Friday, October 18, 2013

An[ne] Updo

Anne Shirley is one of my favorite people.
She’s spunky, imaginative, and has one of the best crops of red hair ever.

I was watching Anne of Avonlea a few weeks ago, and spent the entire 4 hour movie in a focused study of her head, mesmerized by her hairstyles. I regret nothing. She is my inspiration for all fashion pursuits. So, I tried to come up with something that would resemble the period fashion and be relatively easy to replicate. And here’s what I got:





Not bad. Easy to replicate – not necessarily. It looks a bit different each time I try, but it’s not actually hard to put together, so I’m okay with that.

And I’d like to tell you how I do it! So you may have big-hair bliss as well.

Pre-game step: Get this stuff together
Hairspray, bobby pins, teasing comb, jumbo clip. So fancy, I know. You can ignore everything else in the picture.
Step 1. Volumize
A lot of people have told me they love my hair – “It has so much volume!” – Sadly, this is not entirely its own doing. It is naturally thick, but the real voluminous secret is my teasing comb and a can of hairspray. One of my college roommates taught me the magical secret of hairspray, teasing combs, and the self-confidence it takes to rock that big hair style (Thanks, Mary. Love ya, girl.). She had a magnet on our refrigerator which read, “I’m only as strong as the coffee I drink and the hairspray I use.

If that quote were in the Bible, it would be my life verse.

But seriously, I love big hair so much, I should have been a child of the 80s. Or least a time period where it was socially acceptable to appear in public looking like this:


Look at her hair. LOOK AT IT.

Gorgeous.

So, the key to this particular hairstyle is volume, ergo teasing.
Tease it, girl.
Tease that hair ‘til it’s full of secrets.

If you don’t know how to tease your hair, here’s a great tutorial on the least damaging way to do it.

Step 2. Pin it
After my hair looks like I stuck my finger in a socket or I’m an extra on the set of the music video for Thriller, I take two small sections from the front near my face and pin them back like I would for the kind of half-up style a girl depends on when she wants to wear it down, but her hair won’t stop falling in her face.
It doesn’t have to be much, just enough to add some poof in the front.

Step 3. Braid.
At this point, it just looks like I have a mullet. We’re advancing a decade at a time here, people. But that’s okay, cause it’s not finished yet.
Next, gather ALL of the rest of your hair and make like Willow Smith, but in one direction, not two. Whip yours upside down and separate the hopelessness into three sections, to braid with the help of gravity. It’s a bit awkward, but practice is good.

Step 4. Secure and spray.
Right yourself, and (still holding on to the end of the braid) secure the middle area of the braid with some bobby pins to the back of your head. I usually do this near the pins from the earlier step. Tuck the remainder of the braid underneath itself, randomly stick in some more bobby pins, and spray the whole contraption until your hair feels like a piece of plastic.

Voila! Success. Hopefully.

I know that this will probably be hard to follow without demonstration pictures, but aint nobody got time to take pictures of the process while it’s in process. Or enough hands.
Translation – I’m too lazy.


Have fun!
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Monday, October 7, 2013

Gypsy blood

Today was an idyllic day, and I refused to waste it. Perusing my closest, I selected the trifecta of fall fashion - sweater, skirt, and scarf - and drove to the nearest coffee shop with my Bible, journal, and pen in hand. A steaming hot cup of black coffee and a pane glass window next to busy Monday traffic completed the scene for this hipster-happy moment, where I whiled away my time for hours in absolute bliss.

October.
The month of perfectly gloomy weather, golden trees, and gypsy souls, floating away on dreams like leaves in the wind.

I love summer equally, if not more, than the next person. The splendid summer sun, warm wind, and freedom it brings makes my heart sing and dance.
But there is a certain quality about fall which grips my mind in the best way. The burning passion of colored leaves displayed against the somber grays of cloudy days and rain-swept mornings plunges my thoughts into swirling nonsense and pensive, wandering dreams.  The exuberance of summer is child-like, but the flavor of autumn is age, wisdom, and reflection.

I'd rather the eaves be littered with leaves
     dripping with tears fell'd from heaven.
My soul breathes a sigh, the thunders reply,
     my whimsy and daydreams in tension.

There is something desperately romantic to me about traveling on an autumn day with only one's thoughts for company, staring out the window of a train or a coffeehouse, pondering everything and nothing. You greet a stranger, smile at a child, holding this great secret inside your heart all the while - the secret of yourself, your past, your life, your joys, sorrows, and story.
The definition of a gypsy is a "member of a traveling people." Breathing deeply of this crisp, tangy air awakens the wanderlust and passion for travel in every fiber of my being and calls to the gypsy blood rushing through my quickening heart.

I want to go.
I want to do.
I want to be.

But October chill lulls me to sleep, warmed only by dreams ablaze with October leaves.

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