It's red

So Nigel's been and I am transformed. It took three hours, apparently because my hair is very strong in its pigments and resists change. I could be talking about myself, I too resist change. But it's a job well done and I'm so happy I took the plunge for red hot red. And it was so nice with my favourite boys around, Nigel, Joseph and my boyfriend. It was really really nice, just as it was when we were kids. Perhaps I have too many men running around in here. But the total is still not satisfying. What would complete the picture is if I had just one more. No I am not trying to create the first male red light district in Malta. I am just trying to complete the picture of a family, just before Christmas. I'm pleased my hair is still there, after all the bleach put into it. I'm also pleased that all my boys feel comfortable about opening my cupboards and fridge. On the outside, I'm one happy gal. On the inside I'm one happy gal with a poignant constant reminder. I've gone red, but never green. And that will always stay the same no matter what.