I was at a birthday dinner for a dear friend last night. One of the best things about going to birthday parties is that you get to meet new people and make new friends. One of the couples at this party had an adorable 2 and a half year old. In addition to being a happy and beautiful little girl, she had amazing hair. Her hair was all natural ringlets. The really special part of her hair is that it was a lovely caramel color with honey blond running through it. (That sounds like a dessert, doesn't it?) I could not stop looking at this little booger's hair all night. I leaned in and said to the birthday girl, "I hope she never dyes her hair." The little girl's mom heard what I said and gasped, "Oh, no!" This made me start thinking about my own hair. I think about my hair often enough. I am very vain about it. But this got me thinking about my hair's past.
I have my father's hair. It is fine in texture and straight as a pin. When it was not dyed, it was a stunning shade of medium brown with natural red and gold hi-lights. I had a horrible salad bowl hair cut when I was small. (It was the 80's and I am sure you had it too!) When I was old enough to voice my own opinions, I started growing my hair long. I must have forgotten about it or something, because it wasn't styled until I was about 25 years old. From Elementary School to beyond Graduate School, my hair was all one length, all one color and hung down below my waist. When I got my hair trimmed once a year I cried. It was a situation. At age 22 or 23 I dyed the bottom 6 inches of my hair purple. I kept this up for some time, only cutting it off when I had to go to Greece and visit family. After I started getting my hair styled, I experimented with quite a few styles. I had a side part, red hi-lights, a few botched jobs and who knows what else.
My inspiration |
My mother was absolutely horrified when she saw "what I had done to my hair". She is still absolutely horrified. I get reminded about how pretty my hair was. During holiday dinners, she asks family members if they remember how pretty it was. They do, of course. My father wasn't thrilled about it either. However, 4 years later, he is on a crusade for me to change my hair style. Remember, I am a Greek raised by OTB (Off the boat) Greeks. It is my parents right to express their displeasure and make helpful suggestions on their 32 year old daughter's hair style. They were the only 2 who didn't like my hair. The Piratical Boyfriend said the only reason he ever went out with me was because I had black hair and Bettie Bangs.
After all those years, I have graduated to Blue Black dye (the bluer the better). And most recently, I have gotten a massive amount of layers cut into my hair, much to the glee of my hair stylist, Erin (go see her at Station 8 in JP). My bangs have gone from blunt to Vampy (they are back to blunt right now). The biggest trouble is styling my hair by myself.
Priscilla Presley with HUGE hair. Isn't she beautiful? |
Bump Its...My dirty little secret |
Vintage Victory Rolls. |
I have found that vintage inspired styles really compliment Mode Merr ensembles. Mode Merr's style is a bit retro itself, so it just makes sense that an older hair style would compliment the look. So, what if, like me, you don't really have a clue about doing vintage-inspired hair? Well, you go to YouTube, of course. Here are a couple of suggestions and ideas for hairstyles to experiment with:
She makes it look so easy:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WAPjWluRF9s
This is super quick and super cute:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WV0BhbnyUps
Bat Bobby Pins. Shameless self promotion |
Last year's birthday dinner. Note the neon yellow eyeshadow. |
Liquid Liner and Red Lips |
Here is a basic tutorial:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-1dIBQuWPw0&feature=related
I prefer to use colors that match my outfit, rather than stick to shades that match my brown eyes, black hair and relatively pale skin. You can always use make up colors that compliment your particular skin tone, eye color, etc.
Or you can do what I did last night for my friend's birthday party. I brushed my hair. No teasing, no hairspray, no Bump It. Not even a barrette. I used some liquid eye liner, no Cat-eyes, no wings. I managed to throw on some purple eyeshadow. No mascara, no drawn on eyebrows, even though they were freshly waxed. My lips had clear flavored lip gloss instead of a ruby stain. I was wearing a Mode Merr top, as my friend pointed out the instant she saw me, skinny jeans and some heels. The outfit worked. When the Piratical Boyfriend saw me later in the evening, he asked, "Where did you go looking all dolled up?" I didn't argue with him. I let him think that I was indeed dolled up.
Until next time. <3
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