It's been a while since the old Hebden noggin was brightly hued...I blame the emotional (and, truth be told, physical and architectural) damage that occurred when I decided that I wanted to emulate AstroTurf. At the end of the exercise, my hair...the bathroom sink...both hands...several towels...and various other sundry objects that I came into contact with before being dry...were the color that lifts the hearts of miniature golfers and leprechauns. A bright, brilliant, green.

The urge lingers though. The flame...though somewhat dampened by past experiences (I won't even mention the lilac shade that looked lovely in the bottle and disturbingly "old lady rinse" on the head)...was rekindled by the sight of Charlie le Mindu's pink lollipop wig (a little number he knocked up for Selfridges as part of their Bright Young Things collection). The demure cut...and candy cane coloring...are intriguing. The thought of what could happen in a strong wind...slightly off-putting. To wig...or not to wig...that is the question?