So I called in a team of 1 expert, my sis-in-law Marlo. You know how some people can pull off being known as just their first name, like Cher and Madonna. Well, so can Marlo. She’s hair stylist extraordinaire and she’s way hotter than Cher and Madonna.
I didn’t really know what I wanted when I arrived, just knew I wanted to fix this::::points to frizzy rats nest on top of head:::: My guidelines were simple. Make me pretty. And do something that doesn’t require a lot of upkeep because I’m in the 89th percentile for laziness when it comes to my hair. Especially during the humid new Jersey summers. She sat me in the chair and told me about this new thing called Hair painting. Apparently all the celebs are doing it. And then she added, “especially all the Victoria secret models.” SOLD! Having victoria secret model hair automatically makes you a victoria’s secret model, if you didn’t know. This is a process in which pieces of hair are chosen of different thicknesses and then painted on by a brush with the magic hair lightening stuff. It’s a more random process than typical highlighting. It makes a beachy-ish look from the sun and it’s easier to grow out because there isn’t that annoying “line” you get after 6 weeks, when your highlights grow out(you fake blonde’s know exactly what I’m talking about.) Plus, you have control over exactly how natural you wanna go. I don’t mind if I have some thicker blond pieces, it’s not a secret I’m not a natural blond anymore hence my super dark roots I’ve been sporting. Anyways, when Marlo spun around in the chair, it was love at first sight. I think I know what husband experienced when he first saw me.
Note: I took these pictures in photo booth outside my apartment on a busy street with people walking by and I proudly held my computer high above my head, because we all know that angle is the best for avoiding double chins. One guy approaching on the sidewalk saw what I was up to. I told myself who cares, I’m never going to see him again and continued my private, yet oh so public photo shoot. But, there’s something wrong with this theory, because he apparently lives next to me. Good thing I’ve always wanted to be known as the crazy barefoot girl standing outside taking 500 pictures of herself.
If you likey what you see and want Marlos info, let me know!