It’s funny how the things you dislike about yourself are reflected back to you in a little person and you don’t dislike those things any more. I hate my freaking mad hair. But I love it on her.
The Things You Dislike About Yourself
Posted on May 17, 2012 4 Comments
Hair is Curly, Not Flat
Posted on May 7, 2012 1 Comment
She likes it ‘flat’. I like it curly. She asked me to straighten in for her the other day which I did. She looked like an 80s rocker. When she looked in the mirror she laughed hysterically. ‘I have monster hair!’ But I still like the curls.
Blonde vs Brunette
Posted on January 18, 2012 13 Comments
A while ago I received this research from Clairol Nice N Easy about blondes and brunettes.
Apparently 60% of Australian women think that men prefer blondes and almost half wish they were blonde. On the other hand, 77% think brunettes are taken more seriously and over half think that brunettes make more money in the workplace.
My interest was in a couple of things if I made the change from brunette to blonde what would the differnce be? Based on my last experience going blonde a lifetime ago in a galaxy, far, far away I had an idea that:
Blondes are more approachable, get better customer service and are complimented and insulted more. My idea was that it’s all about visibility. Brunettes just blend more. Stand out less.
Turns out? Far less approachable. As a brunette people came up to me all the time. Usually it was about the hugabub. They come up to me to ask questions or would smile at the Squishy and talk to me. As a blonde, not so much. And when I was approached people were either apologetic or downright rude. Extremes.
Better customer service. Definitely. I was served approximately 5 million times more quickly in most places. You know, except for the coffee shop where they are born slow. And can’t multi-task. All I’m saying is if you can’t multi-task – stop the jibber jabber and make the damn coffee.
Compliments and Insults. My husband asked me if I liked it. Which is husband code for he hates it and is wondering how long he’ll have to tolerate it for. The three year old told me she liked my hair. She especially liked it when it was at its most yellow. I got a couple of dumb blonde jokes but they were tongue in cheek so I don’t think they really count. I got so many lovely comments about how the change looked (although I don’t think I can really count them because there’s nothing I can compare it to in the brunette stakes) and a couple of demands that I invest in some toner.
I liked going blonde. Because I am an extreme kind of person. I remember when I was in my early twenties and went blonde I didn’t like it because I stood out, I didn’t blend and I didn’t like it. Now that I’m older and with a wedding ring and two children I’m a whole lot less likely to attract unwanted attention and less likely to care if I do. So it suits me better. It’s staying.
For anyone who is interested. Here is how I went from dark, dark brown (that had been dyed with a deep mahogany as well) to a light blonde. Yes, some of my hair did fall out but I have so much of the stuff that is like Christmas to me. Christmas.
229/365 Taming the Hair
Posted on September 15, 2011 2 Comments
I spend a good deal of time worrying about my hair, but even more than that I spend a good deal of time on Riley’s hair, which she hates of course. Like I’m torturing her with some kind of arcane device the rest of us call a hair brush.
So yesterday, when she not only asked me to do her hair but requested this particular style, I was all over that. All over it. And suitably proud with the result.
Hair is a Really Big Deal
Posted on June 27, 2011 6 Comments
When I was a teenager there wasn’t much I liked about the way I looked. Who knows why. Teenagers are weird. I’m ignoring the fact that I will one day be a parent to teenagers. Because that’s freaking terrifying. But the one thing I did like was my hair. Sure it was a little unruly. But when it was long enough it was more curly than frizzy. And then, at the ripe old age of 17 I started to go grey. By the time I was 19 there was enough grey hairs going on that dying it became important. The dying eventually damaged my hair to the point that it was no longer something I liked. But still, better than being the weird twenty year old with grey hair.
Anything you could do to hair I’ve done. I’ve been blonde. Really blonde. I’ve had black hair, brown hair, red hair and pretty much any combination of those that you could possibly imagine. I’ve had it long, short and chemically straightened. The Japanese straightening technique? The business, seriously. If I wasn’t colouring my hair I would totally do that.
Breastfeeding makes it hard to keep up with my regular hair regime. Hard to spend hours having your hair dyed when there’s a teeny little person that needs sustenance. So I’ve been getting progressively more grey. So when Saunders & Co asked me to a Procter and Gamble event which would be all about hair I was all over that in no time flat.
I tried out the new Clairol Nice and Easy Colour Blend Foam in Medium Reddish Brown. In the photo above you can see the effects of GHD on my hair. Why can’t I have somebody do that everyday? I held on to that straightening for a couple of days. I’m not asking for many minions, just one to come by and do my hair in the morning. Totally reasonable.
I also found out a lot more about Pantene. Which I was very interested in. Because I recently switched from my salon brand to Pantene because my poor damaged hair was just to dry with my previous brand. And sure in the back of my mind I could hear all the criticisms of Pantene about how it just coats your hair in silicon and is generally bad for you, which is why I love the question that was posed by Styling You. So now I can keep on using my Pantene guilt free and got to sample their new range of Nature Fusion.
The best thing about their treatment mask? I only have to leave it in for three minutes. I don’t know who these people are who can leave in a conditioning treatment for twenty minutes. But they clearly are not anywhere near as time-poor as me. Well I’m not exactly time poor so much as I am alone time poor. Either way I don’t even want to know what the toddler could do in twenty minutes of unsupervised time. Just this morning she rearranged the pantry. And I was only in the shower for five minutes.
But I digress. Really I should be thanking Saunders & Co and Procter and Gamble for coping with my ludicrous hair, giving me the ability to leave the house without shame and giving me a solid 48 hours of beautifully straightened hair.
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161/365 The Hair Cut
Posted on April 6, 2011 8 Comments
Today I took Riley for her first ever hair cut. Yes, I’m aware that she is nearly three and I’m well behind in the hair cut stakes. But I resisted for as long as humanly possible. One of those ‘not a baby anymore’ milestones. I’m hoping that the haircut might encourage some real hair growth instead of this fine, baby hair business.
She was not keen. Hence my cunning plan of hitting the hairdresser at 8:30am so she could scream to her heart’s content without disturbing any poor, unsuspecting patrons. Which worked. Sort of. I apologise to the woman on the other side of the salon, having her hair coloured. Even the Nintendo DS couldn’t completely distract my little munchkin from the horror of the smock, or being able to see the scissors in the mirror.
Afterwards there was ice cream. Because bribery is always the answer.
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132/365 Mad Hair
Posted on January 20, 2011 3 Comments
It might or might not have been after this photo was taken and I noticed the true mad scientist hair situation that was going on that I opted to put the Googy in the bath this evening and wash her hair. Twice. After which it was decidedly more boring. Most of the curls miraculously disappeared, all flat and non-fuzzy. All in all, how I wish my hair was. But I didn’t care for it. I can see now why mothers’ love the curly hair that their daughters’ hate. But cliche or not, I like the mad hair.
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94/365 Still Haven’t Cut the Hair
Posted on October 3, 2010 2 Comments
Yes. I still haven’t cut her hair. Still waiting on that pesky fringe to grow out so I can just put it back. In theory. Putting it back would require me catching her, which isn’t always as easy as it sounds. Or maybe I’m just phobic about the first haircut being the end of babydom, as if having an increasingly taller child with mad hair will somehow preserve the baby in her. I’m not buying it either. Or maybe it’s just that I don’t want to lose those curls. They don’t always show up, but when they do, well you get the idea.
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20/365 The Fuzz
Posted on June 23, 2010 7 Comments
You see that? It’s fine hair fuzz all around the hairline. I still have it. Back when I was in school it was what determined whether you were a devil or an angel. Devils had the hair fuzz, angels did not. I didn’t mind being a devil. It seemed far more rebellious and daring. Besides ‘Angels’ always had the air of superiority about them and I like being the underdog.
And it looks like she’s got it too. A troubling sign that she will be saddled with my crazy hair. Josh has equally crazy hair so he’s no help to the genetic pool anyway.
Yes, I am hair obsessed. If I could have, I would have given Riley dead straight non-thick hair. But even so, I think I’d still keep the devil part. She’s already a rebel anyway.
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Mooshy
Posted on April 22, 2010 6 Comments
Who wouldn’t want to kiss those mooshy cheeks?
It’s no secret (if you twitter) that I’ve been feeling a little low. A few things happened today to cheer me up.
When I got in the shower this morning there was a lovely message from Mr Goog using the foam letters that we have in there for Riley to play with. And he had to get creative because he could only use each letter once.
I was tickled pink to have Riley tell the doctor her age when I was at my appointment today. The cute factor was pretty overwhelming.
We had a tickle fight this afternoon. That’s always a good idea.
I had a Keratin treatment last Saturday and not being able to wet my hair, let alone wash it for the last 5 days has been a nightmare. Having a nice hot shower is one of my main ways of relaxing. And it’s not the same with a shower cap. I went to the hairdresser and had it washed out this evening. Just as well, because I’ve been losing the will to live.
And really – romantic gestures, overwhelming cuteness, tickles and the hairdresser all in one day – who could ask for more than that.
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