The odd wrinkle or two appears on my face; perhaps due to growing older or too much sun….of course, it must be the sun’s rays beating down on my face, I live in Scotland! But recently I was slightly jealous of my hairdresser as I noticed that her forehead was perfect and smooth. She's 24.....young and also announced she just had botox!
I was shocked, felt a bit of a fuddy duddy when she told me as she tried to move her forehead. I acted all prim, you're only 24, I frowned - see I can still do it. But as nearly ten years older than her I couldn't justify doing it now. Not yet anyway. Maybe in my forties?
The younger ones are growing up faster than us, trying to improve their looks before their time. Sad in way. But then that must make us in our thirties more fortunate than them as we're joining the poker faces, years later - if we do decide to amend the natural look.
In my twenties, all we cared about was our best chums, getting drunk, dancing to the favourite house music and having fun. Clothes and fashion were part of this clone but never would we look to needles to amend our looks. I often wonder how we straightened our hair before GHDs burst onto the scene. Was the bouffant look in the 90s acceptable?! Perhaps back then split ends and thinning hair didn’t exist – it was only the hair dresser who used straighteners on our hair after a cut and blow dry. I do remember buying my 1st set of GHDs after trying out useless cheap straightening tongs. I saw them as an investment; this was probably the only “investment” I had ever made in my life (apart form buying my flat), how proud I must have felt.
Nowadays, if you buy something like that, it’s an essential part of the day to day hair wear. Although I do tell the odd fib to my hairdresser “I don’t use my tongs every day” as she checks my hair for damage. The lie just falls out my mouth, no idea why. Fear of getting told off by the youngsters? I don’t know. Is it me or are they one step ahead of my generation, growing up too quick? I’m still having fun, hanging out with good friends and dancing to house music (from the 90s) with the odd bad hair day and my new wrinkles joining me on my daily routine of growing older.
