Change is good. Even if it's only hair.

After years of sticking to the same old (light brown hair, caramel highlights), and going through a pregnancy where my hair totally changed colour (got so dark that I felt like Elvira), and after months of debate and trying to find the cheapest colourist I could that was still good enough (if I actually define the word "cheap" in London terms, it is still insanely expensive. Oh well)...

I did it.

Maybe it's not a big deal in the grand scheme of things, and yes it's a little bit vain... but I don't really do anything for me anymore. I work to be able to save the money and put it into the house, or the boat, or the nanny, or spend it on things for the little one. But today was the day I indulged for a few hours. So I went red. Different. More provocative. And dare I say I got some once-overs by some young men on the train. *blush*

It's nice to do something just. for. me.