This is my 400th post. I knew this number was fast approaching and I was wondering what I might write about, whether to think up something a bit different, something a bit special. But no, I thought, I will just write about the usual things I write about, it’s too hot to tax my brain right now with anything more complex than my visit to Totnes this morning.
The reason I went to Totnes was to visit my hairdresser. I went last week and had my highlights ‘done’ but whereas a lot of women like blonde highlights, I prefer silver highlights in my grey hair but quite a lot of last week’s highlights were slightly brassy. The brassy look is not something I aspire to.
If you have blonde highlights in grey hair, to me it looks like you have blonde hair that is going grey; indeed, quite the reverse of the effect you are trying to achieve. Anyway, I contacted my lovely hairdresser and she said to make an appointment and the highlights would be put right, and now they have been, they are silver once more, so thank you so much to my dear hairdresser and her excellent staff.
I’ve used this photo before, but it won’t hurt to use it again, showing my hairdresser’s lovely salon
Close to my hairdresser’s salon there is a café with a few outdoor tables and chairs under the shelter of the trees (top photo). On the far left is the road which leads to the old bridge over the River Dart. It was a pretty scene this morning but it’s hard to take photos with so many people seated or buzzing around; you don’t want to appear to be taking uninvited photos of people, so this is just a quick snapshot.
I couldn’t resist popping into the supermarket (which isn’t Waitrose, I might add) to see the flowers they had. Sadly, not many took my fancy because so many were in large bouquets of mixed flowers and mixed colours. Who decides on these things, I wonder? Do they not think we can put the colours we like together? Who on earth thinks that these lurid shades look good together? Would we decorate our homes in this fashion, with every primary colour under the sun thrown together and vying for attention? Well, some might, of course, but I think they would be in a minority. This effect only looks good in municipal parks and gardens, when a huge splash of colour is required, but never in the home. It’s not as if the bouquets are colour-coordinated, either, so you could have shades of pink to purple in one and salmon to flame in another. Anyway, this is what they looked like …
However, with a bit of rootling around, I managed to find a couple of bunches of deep wine red and paler mauve alstromeria and a bunch of deep pink roses.
I have put the alstromeria – they are a bit droopy, so I hope they will revive – in the kitchen and the pink roses have replaced the spray carnations in the sitting room …
The spray carnations are now on my dressing chest in our bedroom, but I found that the floral jug didn’t look right in there, so I swapped that for another jug, this time a white one …
When I returned home I saw that the post had been, and with it another book, this time a nice clean copy (2nd hand) of Maeve Haran’s The Froth on the Cappuccino.
This is just my kind of book … short essays on small pleasures, such as a new magazine, buying flowers for oneself (yay!), even painting your toenails! (And of course, the delicious chocolatey froth on a cappuccino!) This is just a fun book, it’s the literary equivalent of a cream-filled meringue, but how can one resist a cream-filled meringue!
Until next time.