Raindrops on haircuts

I had a haircut yesterday. I haven't been to the hairdressers for six months and was really looking forward to it especially as she gives the most amazing head massages too! Haircut was lovely, ditto the massage, it was the weather outside that was awful. Pouring again! There was me shuffling through the Brighton Lanes, head down like some hooded hobbit trying to salvage some of the hairstyle that I'd just paid an arm and a leg for! All sleekness had turned to frizz and the styling wax had somehow melted and made my hair look greasy and limp. By the time I got home I looked like my head had been shrunk and my hair needed a good wash. The family had all been put on red alert that morning to remember to pass comment on the new haircut and not just leave it unnoticed as usual. Compliments came thick and fast but I knew they were all humouring me!
When the children were in bed I decided to have a nice long, relaxing and very hot bath (by this time no amount of steam could further damage the hair). I decided to use the lovely bathbomb and soap that Tricia had sent me after reading about a previous, disastrous attempt at relaxing in a bath.


Thanks Tricia I can thoroughly recommend your products, lovely, moisturising and most importantly I didn't share my bath with any flotsam and jetsam! It was great to spend some time relaxing and thinking (I've missed not being able to get outside to think) and very indulgent, lots of candles everywhere.


I 've written about my bathroom before and how much fun it was decorating it, it is very simply done out but it's a very calm and relaxing space (more photos here).


One of my most treasured possessions in the bathroom is a bottle of rosewater. My mother had the most beautiful, softest skin, She did not use lots of cosmetics but swore by her rosewater from Italy that a friend would send to her by the boxful. When I was younger if I'd been crying she would calm me down and gently dab the rosewater on my face, it would work wonders for my puffy eyes when I had hay fever and cool me down on a summer's day. It is the smell I most associate with my mother. My mother died just a few weeks after my first child was born and I was able to keep her last two remaining bottles of rosewater. Over the years I have stopped using it as it was well past it's sell by date but I would regularly open the bottle to take a whiff, it still comforts me! Smell is such an amazingly powerful and evocative sense isn't it? Anyway a few weeks ago I opened the bottle and the smell had gone. I was devastated, silly I know, but I was. I came downstairs and told M who instantly tracked down a company that stocks it.

Thanks M for understanding just how much it meant to me! It's nice to see my oldest use the rosewater now too - her grandmother would have approved! (Incidentally I know that Marie makes and sells the most fabulous rose products, including rosewater, and I will be buying some from her soon).
Today the rain has not started yet but it looks like it's on its way. I"ve had two compliments from friends this morning about the haircut and my family have returned to not noticing it which is always a good sign!


Enjoy your weekend.