Inspiration, real life, Whatever, women

Me, my hair and I.

Today I went to the hairdressers. That’s not unusual, I go on a regular basis. I just love sitting there being pampered. Zingy upbeat music, and stylish surrounding, not forgetting a cheeky little head massage and the evocative perfume of the hair products. Fresh coffee and if I’m really naughty one of those little biscuits they leave on the saucer.  Together with some glitzy magazines to read – not my usual read, I’m not a celebrity chaser, but there is always something there that’s interesting. Today it was Angelina Jolie and her recent health scare. And Prince Charles and Camilla, and how she is now more accepted by the British public.

Anyway back to the hair. I go to a high street hairdressers called HeadMasters. Full of young girls who dress in Black and White, often with stylish multicolored hair, trim figures and always what seems like a bright and cheerful outlook on life. I love my hairdresser, I have known her for about 7 years. She knows my family in side and out, what my sons and their girlfriends do, my job, and the fact my hubby loves shopping, but hates wearing long sleeves on a shirt. You see the kind of relationship we have? I feel I can share anything with her – well almost – there are others listening, so we don’t get too personal!

We have matured together. I can sit down and tell her what I want, well what I think I want. And she guides me into having what will suit me. As individuals we often see things on other women, but then forget it may not look so good on us! My face is round, if my hair is too fussy, it looks like a meringue on a cake! Not a good look for someone the wrong side of 50! And of course over the years time has taken its toll, its not that lovely lush auburn it was in my youth, I like to think its more like a silver fox now. But its not so thick, and it breaks easily, so she reassure me the wispy bits at the fringe will grow back. And reminds me how quickly it grows in the spring and summer, it puts my mind at rest. She shows me how to dry it so it sits just right, and talks me through the colours that will enhance the white streak at the front of my fringe, without making me look like a zebra as it grows out. And when I want a little variety, she does it with enthusiasm, and always without fail makes me look like a million dollars as I walk out through the door.

I know lots of people don’t like going to the hairdressers, they are afraid of mistakes, and having someone messing around with their hair. I can appreciate that, but surely if you go to a reputable company, you are less likely for this to happen.

But what I don’t understand is that this company, and probably lots of the high street chains, are missing a trick.  I never see any promotional photos in the windows of anyone other than young people with healthy looking hair. Not one with thinning locks, or grey around the edges. And that’s such a shame, because we older ladies are as likely to have a disposable income as much as the youngsters who these salons are trying to attract.  The salons need to say – we can cut, colour and style your hair as well as we can style the hair of young people. Why don’t you come in and try us, and see for yourself?

We see so much advertising used by companies, slim girls and women, airbrushed & flawless. And the other brands who are challenging this stereotyping by using ‘normal everyday’ women are so few and far between, but to me these are the ones who are so refreshing to see.

I’m an ordinary woman, a little overweight, not very stylish but it gives me so much confidence knowing my hair is enhancing my look. Let other women like me know you are there for them, because unless you tell them, they wont be able to guess it from your advertising campaigns.

To these organisations I say – don’t forget us as we grow older, we still deserve to be valued as individuals.


One month, two peaks, three achievements… next?

I am one of those CAMHS people, who’s job it is to make the journey of families like yours through the ‘system’ as pain-free as it can be. I have an understanding – my children have their own issues & I try to be compassionate to the families I come in contact with. But unless someone tells you why children or adults do what they do, how are you to know? You will always get someone who will judge, and make nasty comments, or ignore you – because they don’t understand what is expected of them.
Thanks for sharing your stories with us, it goes a long way to educate.


Repost: The Receptionist’s Revenge

Me too, I work in a reception. I must say we often get a bad press, but revenge is sweet!

Peas and Cougars

You don’t know this, but tor the past 3-4 years, the “i” key on my keyboard has been broken. Do you know how often you use the “i” key? Okay, I didn’t use it at all in that sentence except to mention it, but I swear you use it a lot. That, on top of a seven-year-old computer and a tax refund, finally convinced me to get a new computer! Unfortunately, my old computer is so old that it’s going to take a thousand hours to transfer all my old files and apps, and another 500 to figure out a way to replace all the ones that are completely obsolete. In the meantime, I figured I’d repost an old favorite that I was just reminded of. Back soon, hopefully


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Family, Inspiration, real life

What inspires me?

There are a few things I take inspiration from. Strong women for one. Someone who stands up for what she feels is right, who puts her head above the parapet! Not everyone had the courage to do that, its hard being singled out for what you feel is right.

A few months ago a news story caught my eye. An ordinary mum, who runs her own business, read in the paper that a local disabled man had been attacked, and has sustained injuries and make him fearful to return to his home. the words that stood out from the article were ‘she felt compelled to act when she heard about the sickening crime’. She set up a donation page, that has now far exceeded any of her expectation. She was hoping to raise  a few hundred pounds, but the fund has raised over £50,000. She didn’t know this guy, but it seems they have now become firm friends, and the money will not only go towards helping him, but others as well. What a heart warming story.  Lots of us do simple things, we give to charity, run with a group to raise money for a cancer charity, maybe help our elderly neighbors or fetch some shopping for them, all very worthwhile for everyone. But how many of us would step out of our comfort zone and do something life changing like this?  I’m certainly inspired by this one person, who saw an opportunity to help someone in a simple way, but in doing so has given much more.

Singe fathers inspire me. They struggle to be accepted in that female world of parenthood, who take their little charges to ‘mother and toddler group’ where just the name must send shivers down their spines. We have to accept in this ever-changing world, it’s not just mums who look after the home and children. And why should it be! Dads give a different dimension to family life, as do grand-parents. So what if they don’t do things the traditional way – the way mums would do them. If they dress children in miss matched outfits, and feed them odd food. Are the children going to remember this when they are older – I think not!

I just love looking at photographs of nature, animal, seasons. They make me feel I part of the world I belong to. I haven’t been lucky enough to visit a lot of countries, and but I look at the blue/black water of the Niagara falls, the multi-coloured walls of the Grand Canyon, the blue and white building of Santorini and crystal blue waters, the bright light of the New York sky line, and I feel in awe of the  greatness that surrounds me. I also love the simpleness in things. The nature I see when walking my dog, the roe deer hiding in the long grass, the bright green parakeets that swoop down, chattering noisily in suburbia, so out-of-place from their home lands in Africa.

blackberriesThe perfect blackberries that are just calling out to be picked and eaten from the brambles. All these simple things inspire me through the long cold winter days, that spring and summer will bring more treasures, to look at, photograph and eat!

I’m trying to say that I think I’m inspired by life.