My friend J took me to a different kind of Fair today - no antiques, but oodles of stuff for homes and gardens. The shoppers belonged to quite a small demographic - middle-aged and a bit older, comfortably off, mostly ladies who lunch.
We should have been looking at these...
...and maybe a present for the grandchildren.
But something distracted J - why were there so many blondes around?
I gently explained that there comes a time in these women's lives when they have to choose - little grey mouse or elegant woman who's still got IT (a darker hue would be unthinkable - black smacks of fortune-telling or worse!) Of course dear J was puzzled. She's used to being a rarity - a natural blonde, even now that she's "of a certain age".
J in her natural habitat - and natural hair colour.