Pink Hair Experiment

As you know, I've been obsessed with hair recently. I love talking about hair about as much as I love talking about color. Maybe I should have been a beautician.  Also, as you know, I recently got a hair cut. I cut off about ten inches. I love having my hair long, but the detangling of my hair became agonizing. Especially during the friggin' hot summer. I know, I know, I'm gonna piss some people off. But I like winter. I like rain.  I like gray skies. I know I'm a freak, and I do beat myself up over it. But hey, lately I'm giving myself a break. I'm just in the wrong environment. I should probably be in Iceland.  Hmmm.  Need to add that to my travel list.

Anyway, I love my hair long.  Worn it long almost my whole life.  But it was making me cry when I combed it out after washing. Seriously. It hurt that bad. A couple times I experimented with growing dreads. But not for me. I prefer soft, natural, ahem, platinum hair, just the way nature intended.

The cut felt great, the front was drastically longer, just like I wanted. (see previous post here). But here's the thing. I'm a lover of asymmetry. I even thought about having the right side longer than the left. The stylist wouldn't do it - bless her heart.  She said, this is a great starter cut. See where you go from here, and stay comfortable with who you are.  It's easier to cut more hair, if needed (and affordable since I was at Great Clips where this divine creature cuts my hair for $13, no lie.) I'd much rather go back to have more cut. The adding more on is the difficult part, lol.

So I did it.  It felt great and weightless, fluffy.  But I hated those pieces in front. Can't stand the hair in my face. Was really grateful I had enough hair to pull back in a scrunchy.  I had a short cut that I HATED once, so that's my rule. I must be able to pull my hair back.  But....like I said...those pieces in front.  I adore that cut when I see it on others.  I just don't like it on me.

One day looking in the  mirror, I cut them very precisely.  I am still a great lover of a super geometric extreme blunt cut  Younger friends tell me to get long layers. True, layers are better than they were when I was a kid. But...I think I hate them.  Yep.  I'm obsessive about my hair.  Have been since I was about three years old.  If I can work up the courage, I will share a couple of pics from my childhood.

Anyway, will you just look at that fabulous creature Zanna Roberts Rossi in this pic from Under the Gunn, Season One?  I mean look how fab her hair is.  Although that is deceptive. It's simple, but not easy. That took a stylist who had to blow it out, tease it and iron it and gosh knows how much product. But it's freaking gorgeous.  I am a lover of geometry.  She'd look great with a pink streak in her hair.

And okay, can I just mention those bitchin' shoes she's wearing.  I need them. Badly. If you know the designer, please leave a comment.

I wanna be Zanna when I grow up.  Look at that hair, look at that style. And when you hear her accent, well forget about it.  Working for Marie Claire, Zanna has to remain at the forefront of fashion, and she does it with ease. These vests are gonna be big this fall and winter. They're warm and allow for mobility. I want a gray one. I'd wear it with gray long johns, large clunky bracelet and rain boots.  I shit you not. I love wet weather, and I want to be stylish as well as comfortable.  Sorry I digress. Image via DuJour (warning!  highly addicting site)

Anyhoo...Zanna would like great with a pink streak.  I've worn pink hair in college, we actually died our hair with kool aid, and I was in love with Dale Bozio's style.  I had a corporate job so haven't played with pink hair in many years, and I've been itching to.  Wouldn't you know?  Garnier Fructis has a new line of pop colors?

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And reasonably priced too!  What's cool is that you don't have to dispose of it after each use, so it's very economical.  My hair was freshly colored with my favorite L'oreal dimensional color (see previous post here).


DAY ONE

oh dear. wish i had done a streak rather than a dip. the product feels stiff and the rest of my hair is so luxuriously soft. needs some tweaking. put it in a bun to go out.

DAY TWO

pink towels and pink hair, lol!  a little improved on the softness.  put the number three conditioner that comes with the L'oreal hair color on the pink and kept it in all night. was able to wash it and get a fine tooth comb through it. a miracle! felt much softer and like the fading. experimenting with hot ironing the front and leaving back messy.  can't wait to see how it grows out. i'm an expert at growing my hair out.

In my next post I'll have some tips for adding pop colors in your hair.  If you have insomnia, you can follow my pink hair experiment at instagram and/or twitter @margiemax....or not... because I may write about it more...or not....haven't decided if I am unplugging or not, lol. Just taking it day by day.

Today was a good day to stay in the A/C and play with pink hair.  What about you dear, readers? What are you doing this long weekend?

New Hair, New Glasses!

Okay, so it was way overdue - I needed a new pair of glasses. Can you believe it had been ten years since my last new pair?  Luckily over sized plastic frames are back in style.  I never really liked the small wire frames I wore.  I wasn't really sure about wearing frames that are so dark.  These are blue, and I wish they were a lighter blue, but I do love them.  Believe it or not they are bifocals!  Gosh, my first pair of bifocals. But you can't tell. It's great to be able to see again!

In honor of my new glasses I decided to cut my hair. I love my hair long, but I needed a change.  And detangling had gotten to be such a trial. Honestly, I would cry when I combed my hair it hurt so bad.

So, I went to the stylist. I told her today was "New glasses, new hair day."  She squealed with delight, "I love new glasses, new hair day!" she said.

So here I am with new hair and new glasses!  I went with the Jenny McCarthy cut, longer in front, but not so stacked in the back. Still thinking of doing a pink stripe.

Here's a side view.  I love it, but I may have to cute the front, it's kinda getting on my nerves. Right now it has to be blown dry and then flat ironed. I'm a low maintenance kind of girl. My stylist and I have an agreement, better for the hair to be too long - you can always cut more. I hate when it's too short.  Any way, I love the new look and combing doesn't hurt any more!  Hooray!

Cutting your hair is an easy way to change your look and your attitude. I with we could change our features so easily. I really want a nose job. If there are any plastic surgeons out there who would like to operate for free, please contact me. We can run a feature on my blog!

My New Year's Resolution: Just Be.

This post is kind of late.  I can't believe January is almost over.  Seems like it was Christmas yesterday. I usually don't make New Year's resolutions, because I seldom keep them and why set myself up for failure. This year I read so many resolutions friends made on Facebook, and I was touched by all the good intentions. But....what if you don't have to be better, smarter or prettier....what if you are perfect just the way you are? In fact, isn't all that striving causing suffering and disappointment?

So this year, I made the resolution.  To just Be.  I'm going to Be who I am.  And try to accept that I am perfect the way I am.  And you are perfect too.  You are perfect just the way you are.

Urban Outfitters must have been reading my mind when they made this pillow.

Since I get a lot of requests for pictures of me, here's one my sister-in-law took around Christmas.  I am modeling the fabulous beaded purse I got at the Salvation Army for $2.00.

Here's a selfie I took in the bathroom. Selfies are hard aren't they?  I receive a lot of criticism for wearing my hair long.  I am told by various "experts" that "older" women are not supposed to wear their hair long.  I say quit using the word older, and wear your hair however you feel most comfortable.  I've tried various lengths, and am most comfortable in long hair.  So I'm going to Be comfortable.

Can you imagine anyone telling the sublimely beautiful Eveline Hall that older women shouldn't wear their hair long?  Being a woman is fun.  I enjoy girly things.  And I am going to Be who I am.

Silvery eyeshadow is my favorite at the moment.  This gorgeous look by Cover Girl.  But you don't need makeup to be a fabulous woman.  Again, the key is to Be who you are.  Remember this essay, entitled "You Don't Have to Be Pretty?"  I think it should be required reading for all women.  And I wish I'd written it. (See previous post where I first mentioned this essay.)

Okay, here's a sad truth. Everyone's been bullied. And everyone bullies. The question is not whether you are bullying, but how you are bullying. You want bullying to stop, then stop bullying. And just let people be.  We all want the same thing, so Be and let Be.

You are not lost, you are perfect.  You don't have to find yourself.  Just Be yourself.

Be where you're supposed to Be. Be on Time and let God do the rest. Be who you are.

That is my New Year's resolution. I am going to Be. What does that mean?  It means I am going to endeavor to live authentically and Be who I am, without apology. More importantly (and more difficult), I am asking for God's help in loving who I am, without striving, comparing, coveting.  Just as I am. I am asking God for his help with greater tolerance. I want to allow others to Be who they are with unconditional love and non-judgment.

This year I'm going to just Be.  And maybe, just maybe, we are all perfect they way we are.  Wouldn't it be a relief to set down the striving for a while and enjoy just being?

Happy Monday

It's my fault it rained Friday.  My hair was perfect.  I thought I'd finally be able to get a glamour shot.  Makeup perfect too.  Kinda retro.  And it rained.  Not a complaint really, I love rain.  And as you can see I made the best of it.  I love to splash in puddles!  I told you I'm really a five-year-old stuck in a 52 year old body.  The luxury of my age - I do not give a shit what people think about me.  Such freedom.  I enjoy being a goofball.  Sometimes it embarrasses sister-in-law, but she tolerates me.  She knows me.  Though she was embarrassed, she took this picture.

I might have to have all ya'll in my bathroom in the morning.  That's the only time my hair looks perfect.  For like 30 seconds, if it's a day I've fixed it.  Most times I pull it back in a scrunchee. Yeah, I said it.  Scrunchee.  If you make fun of them, it's only because you don't get it.  They are a marvelous product.

We are all different shapes and colors.  Sure you can change your physique.  There's no magic recipe though.  To lose weight, you must eat less and exercise.  It's a lot of work.  More power to the people who sculpt their body.  They are working hard.  Not for the average soul.  But even with that, some of us have a genetic predisposition.  Would I love to be tiny?  You betcha.  But God don't make no junk.  We are each fabulous in our own way.

We have an exciting week lined up.  I hope you'll be with me for the ride.  If you haven't already, check out my review of HGTV Star, Episodes 1-3 below.  Unfortunately, I won't be able to watch Episode 4 until late afternoon.  Hope I can avoid spoilers!  Have a great day!  xo

keeping my promise

okay.  i admit it.  this is a little scary.  but i'm keeping my promise - for better or worse.  here is a recent pic of me.  thanks to everyone who sent emails asking for pics!  i am so grateful to those who take the time to read this humble little blog of mine - you make it all worthwhile!

this is a recent pic, my sister-in-law and i were at target.  i guess that's not too bad for an old, fat, sick, broke-ass bitch.  and, oh yeah, i have NO makeup on.  my illness causes my eyes to swell, so often it is impossible and too painful to wear makeup.  i miss it so much!  but i'm still a girl and i still find ways to be fabulous.  being a girl is fun at any age!  i've beat myself up pretty much my whole life for being "ugly."  and others beat me up too. my dad (who abused us often) punched me in the face as a child and shattered my nose, upper jaw and right eye socket.  (all details of said abuse are in my tell-all autobiography that i am working on.)  i tell you this not for pity, but as a story of triumph.  i am happy to admit that i am finally comfortable with who i am.  it only took me 52 years.

here's a little bonus shot of my toes, since i love ya'll so much.  my toenails are painted in the most fabulous shade of orange - i guess you'll have to take my word for it since the photo makes the nail polish look red.  :)

stay tuned this week for an exciting line up!  next post will be a special edition of lamp tramp. then we will talk about collecting and living simply. wrapping up the week i have more fashion fun!  hope you had a great weekend dear readers!  xo