I am having difficulty keeping colour where I want it. This may seem very insignificant. But in the aggregate, it's a problem. Observe:

1. After 9 days, Rock Star Red hair has become, um...kind of red. Which, you know, it's pretty. But all I can see are dollar signs (sorry, pound signs) as I stare at the pink water running down the drain when I wash my hair. I finally decided to do something about it and had words with my colour technician yesterday. She'll be re-doing Rock Star Red, at no extra charge, later this week.

2. Why can't nail polish ever stay on your nails? I mean, seriously now. If someone invented real, honest-to-god, not-just-saying-it-on-the-bottle chip-proof nail polish, I would be a happy girl.

3. I also have colour where I don't want it. I accidentally threw my bright pink stockings in the wash with my other ladythings. I no longer own any white anything. Every bra, every pair of knickers... all pink. Every. Single. One. And, since I'm now Rock Star Red, the pink? Not so complimentary (or complementary, for that matter). Sigh.