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Showing posts with label Hair. Show all posts

Tuesday, 14 August 2012

Spoiled

I've been kind of spoiled lately. After being photopraphed by Danka one week, styled by Patrick and clothed by Sub Rosa Vintage another week, going back to dressing myself and taking pictures with my iPhone is just not that exciting. This lack of excitement is reflected in my facial expression in the photos below *sigh*
It's so easy to get used to the luxuries of a real photographer and other people's clothing/ style, but I'm plowing forward.

I realize that I have yet to document my new hair. Scandal!
I had been admiring and drooling over ombre hair for a while. However, I am addicted to highlights and love being a  blonde, so I wasn't sure if I could go ahead with it. Complicating things further, I had also recently fallen in love with Neris' hair (check out her blog here). Her blonde is so gorgeous - so I decided that if I chickened out on the ombre, I would copy her platinum locks.
Last Wednesday, I walked into my hairdresser's salon armed with pictures of Neris and examples of the type of ombre I wanted. I even had YouTube tutorials on how to do ombre colouring. Other hair dressers would have thought I was rude, or a crazy person, but she's been doing my hair since I was 17 so she's used to it. (Side note: over the phone she heard me say "auburn" instead of "ombre" and had already called my mom to warn her I may heve lost my marbles, and devised a plan to discourage me from going through with it. Love my hair dresser!)

In the end we both agreed that it was time for a change, and the ombre won. Even though it is darker than I am used to, I am slowly learning to like it. It's nothing drastic (for everyone else), but it's a big step for a blonde addict like myself.



Shirt and Skirt: H&M, Necklace: Joe Fresh, Shoes: Nine West, Bracelets: Forever 21.

Wednesday, 1 August 2012

Anchors, Away!

So, I am worried....what I thought was just a lingering desire to keep the cottage vibe going after last weekend, seems to have turned into a more chronic issue. I think I might like country music. More accurately, think I might like Luke Bryan. Last night I even had a dream that I met him at some sort of outdoor country hoe-down fair. On top of that I've always been a Taylor Swift fan, so really....I'm basically a cowgirl. I blame Sarah for all of this.

Below are some photos from my photoshoot with my friend Danka that I mentioned yesterday. What a difference a good camera and a great photographer make!

I'm wearing a pair of shorts and a chambray shirt because I'm a cowgirl this is basically my summer 2012 uniform. If I had known how much I would love these shorts from the Gap, I would have bought a pair in every colour. Seriously. They are fantastic and cover my whole butt which is a pretty big deal in today's day and age, not because I have a JLo butt (sadly) but because all shorts seem to be made for tweens only. Just the other day my friend Emilie and I were complaining about the fact that it's very difficult to find shorts for women of a certain age (aka. 25+). Everything is tiny, distressed, designed by Miley Cyrus or all of the above. So...here's to Gap and their age-appropriate shorts! Cheers!

I'm off to pack for my weekend adventure with my bestie Patrick. One more sleep until I get to see him. I can hardly wait!





 
 Shirt: Levi's, Shorts: Gap, Shoes: Target, Necklace: Joe Fresh










I really liked this shot of me whippin' my hair back and forth a la Willow Smith and had to post it. It reminds me of the type of hazard people face when I get on the dance floor. There is a 4 foot radius of styled, dangerously full of product curl around me. So, if you see me on a dance floor - watch out!

Saturday, 2 June 2012

Neutral Territory

Sorry I've been MIA for a while....real life really got in the way of blogging the last few days.

Today has been particularly challenging, as I had to say good-bye to someone who is moving far, far away and who really meant a lot to me. I'm pretty much allergic to good-bye's, so it went about as well as I thought it would aka. not well at all. *sigh*

The outfit I'm dedicating this post to is from Thursday, and basically it looks like I was dressed for a fancy safari. As we were leaving at the end of the day my director looked and me and said "Are you ONLY wearing a lace skirt?" I guess the nude layer under the mesh matched my skin pretty well. Nothing like a little faux nudity in the workplace, right?

Also, my adventures in posing continue, and I am now using props. Check out how firece I am with that tree. O.M.G.L.O.L.W.T.F.



 Shift: Marshall's, Skirt: Club Monaco, Shoes: Joelene, Necklace: Joe Fresh, Bracelets: gifts from China

I find the bloopers from our photoshoots really hilarious. So here's a little collage I'm going to call "Tyra Banks Please Help, Posing Fail: The Life Of a Newbie Blogger". Catchy. 


The only photo of yesterday's outfit is this one of me running from work with my jacket over my head so that my hair doesn't get wet and ruined. Yup, I do that. No shame in protecting one's hair when neccessary.


Tuesday, 24 April 2012

Kinks and Curls

I was born with no hair. I remained bald for way longer than most babies, and my mom said people regularly mistook me for a boy. When my hair did finally grow, there wasn't a lot of it and it was stick pin straight.

When I was 5, I asked my older sister to give me a "one side pinned back" (it was the 80's) haircut - she agreed and cut the right side while my mom was at work. The only way to rectify our hair experiment was a mushroom cut - people started to mistake me for a boy again.

When I was 11 my hair started changing. It didn't happen over night, but by the time I was 13 I had a head of thick, frizzy ringlets. Having lived with straight hair my whole life up until that point, I really had no idea a) what was happening or b) what I was supposed to do about it. So, I continued to do everything I'd been doing, including blowdrying it sans diffuser, brushing it out daily and asking for the "Jennifer Aniston" hair-cut at the salon. As you can imagine, my hair was an out of control nightmare and by the time I was 14 I had a legitimate afro that I absolutely hated.

The summer right before I started high school I decided to basically shave my head and start over. I came back from the salon with a pixie cut so short it required nothing more than a few swipes of a towel to be completely dry after a shower. I loved it. My mom cried. I looked like a boy again.

What I didn't count on was the fact that my hair was going to grow back just as thick and curly as it had been before the cut, and that it was going to grow UP (a la Marge Simpson) until it eventually got too heavy and fell over into a weird curly mushroom/ bob. Needless to say, hair-wise high school was a pretty big disaster. (but I still had the time of my life and met life long best friends)

My first year of university I became great friends with a Lebanese girl and it was there that my journey of a million terrible hair scenarios came to an end. She introduced me to mousse and hair gel (bless her!) and taught me to comb (not brush!) and style my hair while it was wet (bless her!). At first I went a little crazy and was going through tubs of Dippidy Doo on a weekly basis. My curls were so crunchy and sharp they became a serious hazard on the dance floor. Eventually I fine-tuned my methods and moved on to products that cost more than $3.99 a tub, and today I am happy to say that not only have I learned to live with my kinks and curls, I have also learned to love my hair (on most days). My hair is my thing, I feel like if people were to discribe me to a stranger they would say two things: she's the tall girl, with curly hair (well maybe three..tall, thin girl with curly hair).

My current hair regime was a long time in the making, but it's fairly simple and works like a charm. Here's the break down:

1. No 'poo!
I've stopped shampooing my hair completely (Google "curly hair method" for more details), but it's pretty simple. No shampoo and no hair products with silicone in them. It sounds kind of gross, but once you get past that you realize it's really no big deal AND you notice results within a couple of weeks which is a nice reward. I realize there are sulfate free shampoos out there, but why bother when conditioner washing seems to be working perfectly fine. (I did have greasier than usual hair for the first two weeks, but this wasn't really a dealbreaker since curly hair doesn't get very greasy at all. Oh and if you convert, know that your hair won't smell good nearly as much or for as long as it does with shampoo washing.) I don't have any particular conditioner to recommend, but I do always try to use professional conditioners. Winner's is a great place to score professional products at cut rate prices (if you're willing to try new and random brands, like the one below that I'm currently using)




2. AG Hair Products
This Canadian line of professional hair products is seriously amazing and contains no silicone. Although the stuff isn't cheap, it is more reasonably priced than other professional products I have tried (here's lookin' at you Aveda), and worth every penny in my opinion. The products smell delicious and work perfectly on my thick curls. I combine the Fast Food leave in conditioner with the ReCoil curl activator (1:2 ratio), rub vigorously in my palms until it becomes a thick, white creme, and then apply throughout my wet hair, scrunching curls up as I go. I repeat this step until I am satisfied that there is product ALL over my hair.


Recently I've added the Liquid Effects gel into my starting lineup. I use this to add extra hold if I am in a rush and need to diffuse my hair to dry it, if it's really humidy outside OR if I just want to make sure my hair has more hold. I also use it on day 3 to reactivate my curls - I wet my hair (not soaking), rub some Liquid Effects into my wet hands and then scrunch up the curls to bring them back to life.However, it's not an essential. The other two REALLY are.

And that my friends is the winning combination that took 28 years, several bad haircuts and countless bad hair days to figure out. Revealed to you in one post. You're welcome.