Friday, 25 September 2009

Tuesday, 22 September 2009

'My hair needs help', or 'What have I done?!'

So I bit the bullet and dyed my hair blonde on the first day I had more than 5 minutes to myself since G was born. Looked in the mirror; didn't like it.

I rang the hairdresser for advice and ended up spending 2 hours and £83.00 from our dwindling pot of gold for even blonder half-head highlights. Slightly improved. I think. Not sure.

Honestly I thought it pretty chavtastic but what could I do?

Fast forward about 4 weeks. Oh sh!t. It looks worse as I now have roots to contend with. My hair is three colours. Or tricolore, if you like.

Trouble is, I really want to continue the quest for blonde hair I actually like. But £83.00 every 6 weeks or so? Um, no. Adriano and I have just been having serious conversations about how to cut down our expenditure and live within our means etc. To add to the confusion, he hates it when I do dramatic things to my own hair (he's scared I think) and, let's face it, dying it blonde myself did not work well. I've successfully dyed it other colours and been happy but I can't do that now: red would go orange; brown would go blue-ish. Part of the £83.00 was for the cut, which wouldn't have to be done every visit, but my god it would be nice... usually I only have my hair cut annually if that.

Any suggestions?

Friday, 18 September 2009

Bracelet made by a colleague and friend for G:

Monday, 14 September 2009

all twittered out

I think I'm going to give up on twitter. It feels like one too many things to check. I still like my blog and I'm really stuck into facebook now too. I check the BBC and Guardian news sites and I'm slightly weather-obssesed as well. But that's enough.

Now I've said that I'll probably be compelled to write something on there very soon.

I'm feeling very pre-menstrual today. As our satnav likes to say: "Beware".


Friday, 11 September 2009

quick update

Very quick update in fact.

Gracie can now sit up unaided. She eats toast, lumpy veg or fruit mush, and pretty much anything really. She can SLEEP THROUGH THE NIGHT. Hallelujah. I became desperate and 'trained' her out of the habit of waking frequently. After one night things got better; within the week she was sleeping through. She's now in a cotbed which should do her til she's about 4 or 5. She looks tiny again because it's so big for her right now.

Some days she chats away all day and says 'dadadadadada' although she doesn't yet link that sound with 'daddy' of course.

I went back to work for 2 days (I'm very lucky to only be doing that much). It was OK and hell, in equal doses I would say. G didn't seem to miss me; she adores her Grandma and had a lovely time with Adriano too.

We have some sad news in Adriano's family that we are coping with at the moment. Please send your thoughts and prayers. They will be much needed for some while.

Got to go and catch up with some domestic loveliness!

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