This year, for my birthday, I got loads of hair care products. I mean loads. For a year I have been trying to embrace my natural hair. On the whole, I like it but sometimes I think I can look scruffy.

I’m guessing the hair care products are my friends’ way of encouraging my endeavour rather than subtly letting me know my efforts aren’t working. Regardless, I’m enjoying my deep conditioning masques and shampoos.

A few years ago I went to a salon and had the most amazing hair cut. It sticks out in my mind because it was the first time that a hairdresser did not straighten my hair. They bobbed my hair in the style of Queenie Goldstein, and used a lovely shampoo and conditioner on me. A few days later I emailed asking for the name of the brand but I didn’t get a response. So I started researching online for similar products. I eventually found a product that I use regularly.

But today I was visiting TK Maxx and as I walked down the stairs to pay for a journal a brilliant blue bottle caught my eye.

I was sure this was it! As I got closer I could see a conditioner with mint in. I grabbed the bottle and smelt the nozzle (that sounds so weird). I was transported back to that day in the hairdresser’s chair.

EO have a wonderful range of products for curly-haired people. My favourite one, which currently isn’t on their official website is, the rosemary and mint conditioner.

WIWT: Black Eyewear spectacles; Claires headband, Lovehoney robe, Indigo at Marks and Spencers top (thrfted), Primark jeans (old)

I’m currently putting together a presentation for an assessment in a couple of weeks. So obviously I’m procrastinating.

I start working for Canterbury again in a couple of weeks. I’ve been offered another short-term contract. I’m happy to be returning.

The festive break was hard for me. And I haven’t quite got back to feeling OK. But I know it’s around the corner.

K suggested I spoil myself for my birthday so I’ve been wearing my Spoil Me robe from Lovehoney. When I wear it I feel like Marty Maraschino at the slumber party in Grease. There’s something about lounging around in a fancy robe that makes me feel like journalling. Plus bold colours always make me feel powerful.