All About My Hair--Again

More Coloring And A Christmas Concert

On Sunday evening, X-factor, my nephew Michael and I went to a lovely Christmas concert at a local Methodist church. Here are some pictures of us dressed up before the show. Yes...my hair is lighter. Against my stylist's instructions, I lightened myself one last time. I love the color...finally! However, I should have listened to her, because I burnt my scalp! Hair is not meant to be dyed three times in one month.

My newest hair do

So...Whatcha Think?

Just Call Me Lollipop Spice

Dear Professional Hair Stylists:

Please accept this blog post as my sincere apology for my latest act of arrogance, which involved a blatant disregard for and lack of respect of your profession.

I should have known better to have thought that a few bottles of chemicals sold in a drug store would bring me closer in my quest to look like Faith Hill. I've been told that a canyon-sized chasm exists between the difference of professional hair color and box-products. In my heart, I knew that to be true...but those women on the DIY product boxes are so very pretty. With lustrous locks and faces a glow, models for Loreal, Nice N Easy, and others silently lured me to give it a try. Like my ancestor Eve, who bit into the ripe forbidden fruit held by the serpent, I tumbled into a pit of temptation.

Sadly, this is not my first offense. It was more than ten years ago that I donned green and then purple hair due to more experimentation. At that time, I promised myself that I'd never travel that road agin...but alas, I did. The results? Painful.

Now, my sweet-hearted, candy-loving, four-year-old daughter shares a different opinion. She took one look at my peachy locks and exclaimed, "Mommy! You look so beautiful. Your hair looks like a lollipop!" It was meant with love, so I smiled and secretly thought "No darling, mommy looks like a rejected Spice Girl."

So now, I sit with more color on my hair. Now hold on...I am in deed sincere in my apology, but with the advice of a professional stylist, I am trying to fix it on my own...if it fails, I promise to contact someone with a degree in cosmotology to correct my bright-colored folicles.

For now, I'd like to leave you with some evidence you can use so sway customers from making the same mistakes that I did.

Sincerely,

Mrs. N, also known as Lollipop Spice

Miss Model

The X-Factor, who had decided to let her hair grow long, changed her mind. Her wispy hair is easily matted and and became harder to wash once it reached her shoulders She had had enough and off we went to get a new do she saw on a little girl from a blog (ugh, I totally forgot which blog it was). With pictures in hand, we went to a local chain and off went some locks.I love the result, but poor X-Factor is lamenting her decision and wants her hair to grow "long" again.

While taking pictures of her hair, she took the opportunity to do her "very best posing." Anyone else think she resembles a young Reese Witherspoon?

Short and Coo-Coo

Prologue--Because I've been told that it takes sass to pull off a short hair cut, I tried my best to pose with attitude for the pictures that will accompany this post...but do try not to pass this blog along to others because I just cannot handle all the modeling requests that will undoubtedly barrage me after these beauties are seen by fashion editors...yeah...and if you live in Arizona, I have some ocean front property to sell ya...

I spent years searching for a hair style that would compliment my baby fine tresses. The decades have been harsh my friends.

Before this year, my hair seemed to best behave in two styles: The Ponytail or the Blunt Bob. Whenever I tried to sway, my hair rebelled. It scoffed at being feathered. It boldly laughed when I tried to tease it "big," and when I dared perm it....oh....let's just say things got ugly.

Now, I like the blunt bob...I do, but after a few years, it gets old. I rotated lengths and played with colors, but still, the style tired.

But now, I have found a sassy new freedom with the "inverted" bob. Oh, how scared I was when I first contemplated this look...if you know me well at all, you know that I like my lines even. A stacked or inverted bob's trademark is lots of uneven layers.

So, I started slowly. I asked my stylist in SC to give me a basic blunt bob with a hint of layers in the back for some lift. However, this weekend, I confidently strode to the chair of my new stylist, Shamika, tilted my chin and proclaimed, "I'd like a short stacked bob with the front portion longer than the back. Lot's of lift."

Then, I started to loss my nerve..."Uhm, I mean if that is o.k. If you know, you think it will look right on me, and if I am you know, not too old for that look..."

Shamika smiled and said, "Girl, that would look great on you. Stacked bobs are perfect for fine hair and you have the perfect bone structure for that look and old...Hmph, don't you give me that kind of talk! "

I silently prayed that Shamika could deliver, because I already started to love her.

Fortunately, Shamika understood my hair and I loved the end result. It's easy to style and fun. The X-Factor excitedly greeted me at the door when I arrived home and said, "Mommy, you look so beautiful and fashionable!"

I love that girl.

And I love you too, that's why I added the "artistic" flair to the pix shot by Dr. N. No need to thank me, really.

Short and Sassy

Every so often i get a wild hair. It convinces its cohorts to twist, bend and party like its this century's equivalent of 1999. The mutiny gets so unruly that I resort to drastic measures. Today I threw caution to the wind (an appropriate cliche' as it's quite gusty outside). I didn't just get a hair cut, I got a whole new do! You like? Napp thinks it's sassy, Xylie thinks it is cute, and Zayden just laughed. I think that once I loose the braces (May 6th baby) and the extra 15 pounds I'm still lugging around from last April, I'll like it even more.