Project hair and all that jazz

Crazy busy this morning.  My husband is away so it’s just little old me to get things organised for the day at Duart Lodge. So the day started with numerous cups of un-touched tea, half eaten breakfast and a fight with the printer this morning to get my son’s English essay printed – all this before 7.30.

Things calmed down a bit after Spencer left for school and I stepped up to the mark and got on with my caring responsibilities.  Breakfast to be organised for my mother in law, medicine to be dispensed and lunch organised. Why is it when you drop toast it always lands marmalade side down?

Getting dress in the morning however is a doddle for me now. My new bedroom doesn’t have the sloping roof the study/bedroom has so at least I’m not in danger of knocking myself senseless as I try to make myself look presentable for the day. Hey I even managed a bit of make-up this morning.

In truth I’ve been making a bit more of an effort on the ‘making myself presentable for the day’ front. I figured that as I was seriously embarking on my grey period then at least if things drastically unravel I’ll have a bit of lippy on.

As I inspected my efforts I was pleased to note that I didn’t look half bad. Even with my grey hair starting to make an appearance it didn’t look too obvious as I stood in front of the bedroom mirror. Things changed however about half an hour later as I sat at the traffic lights though.

It seems that my nice soft bedroom lighting is hiding a multitude of sins – or at least a multitude of grey hair. As I glanced in the rear view mirror the sharp Scottish morning light did something magical to my hair – and not in a good way. There it was, no mistake, threatening evidence of what is ahead of me.

Now don’t get me wrong I don’t mind the grey, but this in-between bit might be tougher than I thought. What to do? Well I could give up and just by the hair dye. Then I thought about Caridwen, my hair buddy, growing her hair in post chemo.  I checked myself for lolling in such vanity, put on a CD and sang along to this…..

Needless to say after singing along and doing a bit of car dancing I felt 100 times better.

As I arrived at work it seemed that the Universe might have picked up on my maudlin mood.  My wee office in the Community Complex, due to be the site of numerous kids Christmas parties, has been magically transformed into Santa’s Grotto. So here I sit, looking like a happy grey elf, surrounded by tinsel and fake snow.

Thank you Universe – you cheered me up no end – let the fun commence

Let the fun commence.....