Locks of Semi-Love

07 May 2013 2 Comments

by wifemothereventplanner in Brave New World Tags: , , , , , , ,

All through high school my hair was long. Really long. Down to my butt long. It was wavy and thick and beautiful. The week before I graduated I got it all cut off – thanks to Tasha Fogelman and her continuous peer pressure.

That’s when it all went down hill. My long waves became short frizz.

In college it didn’t matter. No one cared. It was cool to not care.

Then I got my first real city jobs working with city girls. Everyone had straight, sleek hair. I discovered this magical thing called a blow-out. It was so…civilized.

Since then I’ve dedicated a good deal of my life to straightening my hair. Flat square brushes, big round brushes, anti-frizz serum. Those are my friends.

I cried when I used my first hair iron.

But lately I’ve been going au natural. Embracing my waves. Forgiving my frizz.

I’ve got a ‘fro and I like it. I’m not sure how long I’ll keep it like this or if the warmer weather will force me to submit. But I’m gonna give it a shot.

Thought you should know.

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Hair Apparent

23 Jan 2013 3 Comments

by wifemothereventplanner in Brave New World Tags: , , , , , , , ,

It was the 80′s.

That’s my defense. I was so young, I didn’t know better. All the popular kids were doing it.  I was lured into it.

And by the way – where were all the parental figures in my life that could have saved me from this fate? Turns out, they were right next to me doing the same thing. Oh well. What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger – that’s what Kelly Clarkson told me. Anyway, it’s time to come clean now. To open up all my cobwebbed secrets and get them out of my head – or off my head.  It’s time you all know about my deepest, darkest time. Although back then I thought I was happy. I thought I was rockin’ life. I thought I was cool. Sigh. Don’t judge me, just learn from me.  I was addicted to my…

PERM.

Not a long, flowing ringlets perm. This was a short, tight, helmut head perm. And I loved it. I was 10 and delusional.

With all this Michelle Obama bang talk I started thinking about my hair through the years. I rocked my hair styles yo. Sadly, some of the those styles were hideous and scary in hindsight. But that’s normal right? Right?

Listen, I had dark black hair. I couldn’t bleach it or lemon it or turn it funky colors like my blond haired pals (I’m talking to you Kelly Jensen), the most drastic thing I could do was curl it. And boy did I.

Because I’ve been absent from writing for a bit I feel like I owe you all. Big time.

To you from me PinkyLee (any Grease fans out there?).  I added a recent picture of myself so you see that bad 80′s perms really do grow out and because I do not want that picture to be your lasting impression of me. Although it’ll take a while to shake the image from your mind’s eye. Trust me.

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Sorry the old photo is a mess, I had to dig it out of my drawer of shame.

Phew. Now I feel better. Now we are even. All debts are paid. In full.

Rasta memory

19 Sep 2012 3 Comments

by wifemothereventplanner in I need to tell you about this right now Tags: , , , , , , , , , , ,

I was cleaning out some pictures last night and found this beauty. Had to share. I’m all about the share. This is from a trip we took to Jamaica over 8 years ago – my baby was 6 months, my girl was 5.

Let me set the scene.

It was day 3 into the trip.  Every time we went to the beach, really nice, really pushy women would ask to braid our hair. I’d always politely decline. My girl was desperate to get it done. She wanted those beads in her hair. She had visions of going home with a new, exotic look.

This particular day, we had already hit the beach and the pool and were taking an afternoon siesta (yes, I know, wrong country, wrong language).  The baby and I fell into a deep, vacation induced nap.  When I woke up there was a note from my husband,” went to grab a snack with Kera. Back soon.”

45 minutes and $100 US dollars later – this is who showed up at the hotel room.

Since I had just woken up from my vacation nap and was looking forward to a vacation cocktail before dinner – I ignored the fact that my husband had been completely bamboozled by both my girl and the nice ladies on the beach.  I had visions of the ladies back in their homes, laughing, hard.

I let it all go and grabbed my camera to take this picture of my little Jamaican cutie on our balcony.

5 minutes after this picture was taken she made us take out all the braids – they were too tight and itchy.  The end.

Happy Vacation mon!

Hairy Issue

20 Aug 2012 5 Comments

by wifemothereventplanner in I need to tell you about this right now Tags: , , , , , ,

I’m not sure what’s happened.

Besides turning 40, working full-time, and having kids – absolutely nothing has changed about me.

Except my hair. Actually this is not my hair. This is brillo that started growing on my head about a decade ago.  The hair that I was born with has left the building. I shrug and pretend not to care – while being totally and completely obsessed with it (sound familiar? story of my life?)

Last year – I found gray brillo.

So I decided to take the leap and get my hair highlighted – something to jazz myself up a bit.

You will or won’t be shocked to find out that coloring your hair results in über brillo hair. Who knew?

Apparently everyone but me knew. So I’ve been on a mission to debrillo.

I’ve tried expensive shampoos, deep conditioners – I’ve slapped on the Keratin, the agave, the coconut oil.

If you are my husband reading this – I’ve spent almost no money on all this. If you are everyone else reading this – I’ve spent a small, compact, American made car’s worth of money on it.

I think I’ve found it. IT. Actually – two its.

First of all – you can buy whatever shampoo/conditioner you want. . I think that all shampoo is the exact same.  And if you think it’s different or have proof otherwise, please don’t tell me.  I use a 2in1 in the shower – come out and use this little baby. About the size of a quarter’s worth worked through my hair. Smell it once – you’ll be hooked. It’s like my hair’s true soul mate. They belong together. I meant to take a picture when it was still full – but I use it fanatically.

Then, after you Biosilk it – but before you blowdry/iron/tease/shellac – spray this baby on.  You don’t tease your hair? You aren’t a 60′s housewife? Stop trying to edit this blog please – and read on.

And it really is a 10. It’s perfect in every way.

My hair isn’t what it used to be pre-kids, pre-marriage, pre-life … but it’s better. It’s less heavy-duty scrub pad.

Mista Mayor

03 May 2012 3 Comments

by wifemothereventplanner in Brave New World Tags: , , , , , , , , , , ,

Photo Circa 1994. Me and then newly minted Mayor of NYC , Rudolph Giuliani. We were at the Pen & Sword Honor Society dinner at my college, he was the keynote that night, and an alum.  It took me all night to work up the nerve to go meet him… when I finally did, all I could say was,” My birthday is May 28th too!”. He just smiled and laughed. I think a security guard moved in closer and someone took the picture. That was it. Not sure how I got into the honor society. Here’s my main observations about this photo:

  • I rocked that tuxedo top I borrowed from my roommate.
  • Those earrings weren’t even close to being the biggest ones I owned.
  • See that hair…that’s my pre-marriage, pre-babies, frizz free, never-touched-a-flat-iron hair. I would trade one of my kids for that hair now.
  • Not sure why I felt the need to wear white eye shadow – maybe to draw extra attention to my unkept brows?
  • What I remember most about the night is that I was too chicken to tell the waiter I didn’t eat chicken – and since I wouldn’t eat anything on the plate with the chicken I hid in the bathroom until dessert was served.

Good times.

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