HAIR APPARENT

Okay so I am slowing crawling back to the blog world. At some point very soon (when I am good and broke from paying too much new rent) I will be back in earnest, with blog posts from way back. But in the mean time I have been cruising my fellow bloggies and leaving comments and having good laughs about bad hair. Why? Because after cancer you have to suffer through every bad hair stage on the planet. From clear fuzz to that awesomely awkward stage just past your ears, (where your face looks like the good year blimp) and now finally to my shoulders.

M. in NYC (whose blog I reworked a couple of years back) is suffering from the dreaded bad hair cut. I had to post about my girl Erika, who cuts literally all but one of my girls heads, and really is that god - I meant to type good but, god might be more appropriate - has been my savior. When the hair starting cropping back up, she cut it for free. Yes, free in Los Angeles home of the 200.00 blow dry. Since the start I have given her free reign, no clipped out magazine photos of models, nothing. Just my ass in the chair and the words, "I trust you." My head has never looked better.

In March I turned 30 (!) and 3 days before I was in her chair with perfect color, blown dry and bluntly trimmed. Collectively we looked in the mirror and she stated that I needed bangs. I have not had bangs since I was 8 years old. My eyes bugged out a bit and I flat out said, "I don't do bangs." After a staring contest of wills, I rolled my eyes and told her, if I look 12 it's on, like in the parking lot on. The rest is hair history.


hollywood bang


beach bang

* M come to LA!! For the love of all things face related and feeling good about one's self - get on that plane!