Representing the deranged housewife that I am, I brought a picture of a lovely starlet into the hair salon and fully expected that not only would my hair be transformed, but my body and face as well.
In my mind, this is a fully realistic expectation. I mean, I have seen all those makeover shows… these are trained professionals people.
These educated and equipped technicians have skill sets and maneuvers that can transform even the ugliest of ducklings. (i.e. me)
I wanted to get my hair styled. Just some big loose curls.
Kinda like these beautiful ringlets on Jessica Lauren Conrad.
I love how it looks like she rolled out of bed this gorgeous.
How the curls look natural, how you get the slight impression that if a sudden wind were to pop up her glorious locks would start flowing through in wind like wildflowers and birds would start singing.
So I brought my totally raw (no product, no blow drying, no nothing) hair into the salon and gave the delightful 19 year old stylist my picture and said, "Work your magic! Oh, and can you do something with my bangs? I know none of the girls wearing this style have bangs… can we figure something out?"
"Sure!" She exclaimed with the excitement of a girl getting her first barbie.
Whom, I might add, after about five minutes of light conversation informed me that pedicures were her specialty.
Hello helmet head.
I kid you not, I could not move my hair. It was so teased and so stiff and flat and lifeless that it looked like a wig. Not to mention that the very bottom, or the ends, totally lost their curl about seven seconds after I walked out of the salon.
And talk about a bang transformation.
I have the worst luck when it comes to getting what I want at salons. Am I the only one? I feel like everywhere I look women have fantastic hair! (Like Kate, um hello perfect style, shape, color, texture!)
So, I think for my next appearance I will stick to what I know.
My flatiron. You cant go wrong with stick straight blah right? 🙂