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DID YOU KNOW - That if your perm is growing out and you are
left with curly ends and straight roots, you can have whats
known as a 'root perm'. Previously permed ends are protected
with plastic pockets or a barrier cream and just the roots
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Dying
to try
DYING TO TRY - Clairol
Curl Control Setters. A new 'twist' on hair rollers these
are 20 wax filled heated rollers each with a soft rubber
surface which is kind and gentle to the hair. At around
£30 they are available from Boots and other electrical outlets
these supposedly give softer more naturally tousled curls
- a departure from my natural tights ringlets!
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GREAT
LENGTHS!
If, like me, you've
struggled to grow your hair for what seems like ages, how do you keep
it looking good? Its true that long hair usually demands more time and
effort to get it looking fab so here are a few tips -
- Keep heat styling
to a minimum - if you want long hair with smooth, healthy ends then
heat is best avoided when possible. Letting your hair dry naturally
will be the best favour you can do it. Always gently towel dry to remove
excess water and remember, drying in direct sunlight may bring out your
natural highlights but can overdry the ends, causing splitting and breakage.
- Be vigilant
about your conditioning - longer hair can easily become out of condition
so treat it to an intensive conditioner at least once a month, especially
on the mid-length and ends as the hairs natural oils often don't reach
this far.
- Avoid chemical
processing - Perms and colours have come a long way recently but
there's no doubt that they do take their toll. They can dry out hair
and alter its structure so do think carefully before you make a decision
and with long hair its definitely advisable to consult the professionals.
- Dress it up
- You've probably grown your hair so that you can feel it floating around
your shoulders but long hair can look really knockout when piled on
top of your head with long tendrils escaping. Practice putting your
hair up in lots of different ways, its not always easy but treat yourself
to a range of accessories to help. There's a whole range of things available
now from scrunchies to butterfly clips - get your stylist to show you
how to use them most effectively.
- Don't lose heart
- There will always be days when you want to give up and have the lot
chopped off but remember - even people with the shortest of styles still
have bad hair days. Have patience until the mood passes, focus on something
else to distract yourself. Put your hair in a simple ponytail and use
your favourite make-up routine to make you feel special and keep reminding
yourself that it took at least six months to grow that extra 3 inches!
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TOP
TIP
TOP
TIP - if you are going to change your hair colour dramatically
it is unlikely that your present make-up shades will give
the same effect as they usually do. Experiment with a completely
new colour palette to compliment your new shade. If you're
on a budget check out your friends make-up bags first! Experiment
with their shades before parting with your cash or book
in for a make-up session at a department store. These can
be pricey but shop around and you'll usually find the store
will refund the cost against any purchases you make..
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Views
& tips from your side of the counter........
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FRIENDS
FOR LIFE?
They
say you only find out who
your
real friends are when you're in trouble. Well, I'm in trouble and
it
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would appear I've got
no real friends! Oh, okay, well I'm not really in trouble and I do have
a few people I can count on but I am beginning to worry. Let me explain.
I've got the flu. Yes, I've managed to escape the dreaded virus all winter
and now that Springs here, Wham! You know the story - flat on your back
looking like Marleys ghost and feeling like you've just done ten round with
Mike Tyson. Your head hurts, your body hurts, sore throat, sore eyes and
a nose that would put Rudolph to shame. A mess! So why is it that people
insist on visiting you when you're ill? Why don't they turn up when I'm
looking good, feeling great and ready for anything (Rare, I admit!) Many's
the time when I'm wandering around the house bored to distraction and dying
for someone to pop in for coffee so I can show them my new lipstick or how
well my nails are growing or even discuss politics - anything! But no. The
sadists who call themselves friends wait until I look like death and can't
talk due to the size of my tonsils, (Maybe that a bonus for them!) But its
not their inappropriate timing that worrying me. Its what they bring with
them - now thats scary!
My Mum, God bless
her, was the first to arrive and to be honest there were several welcome
goodies in her assorted gifts. Such as tissues, Lemsip and a good old
jar of Vicks Vapour Rub. Well done Mum, although what she expected me
to do with half a dozen eggs and a pack of Ryvita I don't know. Ryvita?
With this throat? I dont think so. And whilst a boiled egg and soldiers
might have made me feel better when I was five I doubt that it would work
now. And anyway I couldnt trust my other half with a pan of boiling water
(the kitchens not his natural habitat) and I just know he wouldnt cut
the top off for me like Mum used to. And what about him? Well, I know
I'm not much fun at the moment but quite frankly his nursing skills are
definitely more than a little worrying. I mean the amount of paracetamol
he keeps trying to force - feed me would knock out the entire Queens Regiment.
Never having been ill himself (that's sickening in itself!) he's not exactly
familiar with modern medicine. I keep trying to explain to him that you
have to leave a reasonable gap between doses and that 'mix and match'
applies more to make-up than medicines but I'm sure he thinks I'm just
being awkward. His philosophy appears to be to drug the virus into submission
so I daren't drink the tea he keeps bringing me in case he's substituted
the sugar for something more deadly. Not more deadly than his jokes though.
I know he means well but telling me jokes 'to make me feel better' just
isn't working. (Actually, I wish he'd clear off to the pub and let me
die in peace).
Sarah visited me.
Sarah, with her long and descriptive stories of the time she had flu.
Although of course, hers was the Chinese variety accompanied with mononucleosis
and body spasms - and what didn't come out of her nose wasn't worth mentioning!
Except that she did mention it. She kept mentioning it. Flu was quickly
being overtaken by extreme nausea.
Then Beth dropped
in with her offering of a bag of broken biscuits and Gillians gift of
an out-of-date Easter egg had be completely baffled.
And then came Trudy.
Now I thought I could really rely on her - I've known her a lifetime.
And she's known me a lifetime, so why on Gods earth did she arrive armed
with a six-pack of Marks & Spencer yoghurt, a years supply of Lancashire
Life and a bargain box of ten pairs of tights? I hate yoghurt with a vengeance
- absolutely hate it! And if my eyes would stop watering I might be able
to catch up with who's who in Lancashire at the moment, but what the hell
was she thinking about with the tights? Should I put them on all at once
in an effort to stop the shivers? Pull a pair over my head to avoid breathing
germs on people who deserve them more then I do? Perhaps his lordship
asked her to get them in the hopes that I'd cut off one leg and hang myself
with it (save him buying any more paracetamol!)
No, I've decided that
when you really need them, family and friends can definitely be more of
a hindrance than a help. In fact I realise now that the only one I can
really rely on in a crisis is my goldfish. Good old Harry! Hasn't been
fed in days, poor thing - does he grumble? No. Did he bring me strange
and unwanted gifts, then expect quality conversation when my throat felt
like sandpaper? No. He did not try to end my life prematurely with paracetamol
poisoning and best of all - he kept his silly jokes to himself!
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