All About the Hair

Your hair can make or break your day. If it won't behave it's time to cancel plans, phone in sick, throw it in a ponytail and call it a day. But if you're rockin' your do it's a whole new world. Unlike many women, I love my hair. Love, love, LOVE it! It's thick, wavy, and does just about whatever I want it too. Short hair does not work for me, however, because of the thickness and I end up more or less looking like I'm running for the senate (i.e. too matronly). I'm a drugstore junkie and should not be allowed in one if my wallet is in tow. I love the colors, the pallets, the wands, the tubes...ooooh I'm starting to sweat just thinking about it! But when it comes to my hair I'm a bone fide product snob. Hair has a shelf life and I ain't about to do it any harm. Ever since I was 18 and a true friend came to my rescue and convinced me that SuperCuts was not a professional salon and escorted me into a fabulous shop on Ventura Boulevard, I've never looked back...and am forever in her debt.

I've had only three different hairdressers in my adult life. I'm loyal. The changes only came about because of circumstances beyond my control. I literally cried when the second relationship had to end. No one does blonde like her. She's magic and now living 3000 miles away from my head. Sob. If hair care products are your "thing" and beauty supply stores your source of climbing debt; talk to your hairdresser. Hairdressers have this wonderful little "club card" with which they receive discounts on all of the best products beauty supply chains have to offer. If you've been a loyal client don't be afraid to ask your tress tamer if they wouldn't mind picking up a bottle, a tube, a jug or two of what it is you covet...at a discount. Chances are, they won't mind. If directly asking for a favor makes you uncomfortable...drop subtle hints. But seriously, they don't mind.

Trust me. xoxo