Bad Hair Day

A friend at uni introduced me to this magic dust a few years ago known as dry shampoo. From that day onwards it became acceptable to roll out of bed and head to a lecture without washing my hair scoring me extra time in bed...result.

After a few minor mishaps caused by not rubbing the dry shampoo in properly and therefore walking around all day looking like a 21 year old granny with people staring at my grey roots. They then released dry shampoo for brunettes. After finally mastered the dry shampooing technical, I haven't looked back since.

I never thought this magic dust could ever fail me, until today.

After a hectic weekend and snoozing my alarm several times, I woke up late to find an empty can on my bedroom floor.

Panic!!

Hair stuck to my face and 8.00am fast approaching...I was out of options. Committing fashion suicide (and doing something that no woman should ever do) the Alice band was going to have to make an appearance at work today... a great start to the week.