I met a lady in the food court at Marks & Spencer yesterday morning. I stopped to speak to her because she had the most awesome hair I’ve ever seen. I stalked her for a few minutes down the cooked meats aisle and was tempted to try a sneaky iphone pic but it was fairly quiet at that time of the morning, and being frog marched out of M&S for stalking would have a serious affect on my Percy Pig habit.
I said hello instead and was greeted with a wide smile as I explained my fascination with her wild, curly mane of darkest brown and silver curls. The woman, in her 40’s was quite taken aback and explained that over the years she’d simply grown tired of having her roots done so frequently and decided to embrace her inner Caron Franklin and become a fully fledged silver fox. I too suffer from premature greying, I have to dye my brunette roots every two weeks which is a huge pain. Recently I’ve succumbed to ombre in the hope that the lighter ends will detract from the nuisance white curly terrors invading my fringe. I’m not fooling anyone.
I’ve toyed with going full silver. I adore Linda Rodin and her effortless style, she rocks braided hair better than my 9 year old, and she’s 65. The lady I met this morning might have just tipped me over the edge into a radical change. Her 100% natural, glossy dark locks were just past shoulder-length, a mass of tight curls and loose beach-type waves with a real flash of silver at her crown. She totally nailed it, dressed conservatively in palazzo pants and boucle biker jacket, perfect for a Friday morning stroll around the city shops, this confident, stylish woman pulled off a 2015 hair fad in a way a twenty something just cant. That’s because she’s not following the trend, she created it.
In hindsight I should have asked to take her pic to share with you, lesson learned.
Percy Pig anyone?