Its taken a year to dye my hair

I am not going through a mid life crisis, I simply have always enjoyed dyeing my hair ( its just more essential now to cover the grey).

Anyway I don't like the idea of using hair dye when pregnant, so over the last few years there have been very few opportunities for me to crack out those lovely chemicals.

In an optimistic bid to have my own life and to be more than jut "mummy" I brought a lovely red dye as soon as Elliot was safely out in the world.

Almost a reclaiming of my body I guess after making so much effort creating 4 kids during just over an 8 year period.

So for the last year the dye has sat there taunting me, and reminding me every day of my failure to actually use it.

Last night after a very rough week the dye finally made its way to its rightful place ( on my poor old head).

Its funny how something as simple as hair dye and some nail polish can make you feel human again.  Lovely London bus red varnish under black crackle varnish. It makes me look like I think I  am 16 again and out on the pull, but I love it.

Thank you lovely hair dye and varnish