Not born this way.

 Sometimes I have to do The Work in order to achieve the outcome. Bah. Lady faffing irritates me unless I'm doing it for stage.

However, last night I decided to pink my greys. This is not a euphemism!

Awkward gladwrap time waiting for it to "take"

Interim result before properly brushing out. The hair framing my face is the greyest so I get a lovely halo of pink this way.

It's apparent from the background that I took these on Sunday, which is laundry day in our house. Many of my clothes need hanging to dry not tumble drying and the dry things are piled on the ironing board over my shoulder.

I made a promise to myself that we wouldn't just leave the ironing board up all the time, but the reality is, it is a very useful surface. If I could choose to add a room to our apartment it would be a laundry! I love laundries - a room dedicated to doing practical things.

In our first house, I painted our laundry the colour of a fresh lawn. Loved it. Miss it. It had a concrete floor and I used it as a place to spray costumes and such - and when we sold, it still had the pattern of Ynci's tab skirt-armour laid out in silver spray painted silhouette. Sadly I have no photos from that production (Lords and Ladies 2004)

Ah the compromises of apartment living. If we win the lottery, the only possible access to an alternative domestic arrangement, I want a not very big house, with a bath and a laundry that has access to the outside.

None of which is related to pink hair, but that's where my thoughts went.