Wito’s 2nd birthday party is this Saturday, and I’m knee-deep in preparation. (You know, if “knee-deep” means watching Paula Deen and her sons make a mighty fine Banana Split Cake while filing my nails.)
Oh, and those Terrible Twos? They have officially made their appearance one week early.
Case in point #1:
What do you MEAN the carousel isn’t open yet? MY LIFE IS A HEAPING PILE OF DOG SHIT.
Case in point #2:
I’m not really fond of this drab wall color. Let me spruce it up a bit.
Send help.
We are rapidly approaching the hottest part of the season, and I don’t know about you, but I need my hair OFF MY NECK.
Now, I’m a little bobby-pin challenged, but the beauty of current summer updos is that a messy, imperfect look is the ultimate goal. Long gone are the days of stiff, hair-sprayed helmet heads. (Thank God.)
Just remember:
Perfect updo = Matronly
Messy updo = Soft and feminine
Here are three fail-proof summer updos that are absolutely fun and fresh.
What you need:
Bobby pins (if bobby pins aren’t your thing, try these tiny jaw clips)
A brush (to smooth out any tangles, although we didn’t use one)
That’s it!
The first video is a modern side bun.
Updo – Single Side Bun from Hair Thursday on Vimeo.
When placing the bobby pins, be sure to use the flat side of the pin against your scalp and DON’T TRY TO GRAB TOO MUCH HAIR WITH THE PIN. That’s the common mistake many (um, ME) seem to make – just push the pin into the hair, grabbing a little bit of hair at a time. For thick hair, you will need to use many bobby pins. (Or try the mini-claws shown above. Just make sure that the claws are well hidden.)
If you have thick hair, try creating two side buns on top of one another.
Updo – Side Bun For Thick Hair from Hair Thursday on Vimeo.
Asymmetrical not your cup of tea? Try these double knots.
Updo – Double Knot from Hair Thursday on Vimeo.
If you’re new to updos, these might take a little practice, but I promise you’ll be donning modern and feminine updos in no time!
What about you? Do you have any easy updos that you love?
I had such a fantastic time at Blogher. In a teeny nutshell, I was just so thrilled to be surrounded by smart, hilarious and well-rounded women instead of wiping dookie booty all day. (Can I get an AMEN?)
I think my personal high (LOW! LOW!) point of the weekend had to be “dancing” at the Mighty Haus launch party. Now, one would think that upon being invited to a party hosted by the lovely Maggie Mason, you would keep a certain air of composure about yourself as you navigate through the space and guests. And I did that…for about the first hour or so.
It’s just that people started to dance. And I really didn’t WANT to dance, but bodies were filing onto the dance floor and my adrenaline started pumping, and well, you’ll see.
Lucky for you, after noticing some photos on Flickr (thanks to Greeblemonkey and Mrs. Flinger), I can recreate this atrocity for your viewing pleasure with a mere five photos.
Photo #1:
There I am, making my way onto the dance floor. You can smell the determination in the air, can’t you?
Photo #2:
Here is my trademark warm-up maneuver. I like to walk around the floor, clapping my hands next to my ear, much like the Paso Doble. Look how Heather is rendered helpless by my matador-like movement. There is no denying it, she wants me.
Photo #3:
After the blood starts pumping, I launch into a contemporary performance art piece that Mia Michaels might as well have choreographed herself. Now, to the untrained eye, it seems I’m attempting the Charleston, but check out the back of my shirt. See how it’s airborne? This could only mean I’m at the tail end of David Lee Roth-type jumping maneuver. Leslie and Alana are AMAZED by my dancing prowess.
Photo #4:
Seriously, I have no idea.
Photo #5:
The pièce de résistance. My beloved Sprinkler maneuver. Let’s chat about this photo for a second.
1. Take notice of my face color. No, not reddish purple from embarrassment, but from INTENSITY. The Sprinkler is no joke, people.
2. I wonder, am I actually singing AND dancing at the same time? Or is it more of a guttural grunt, much like Serena Williams playing tennis?
3. My shirt buttons are literally holding on for dear life. Like I said, such is the Intensity of The Sprinkler.
4. The crotch of my pants is halfway down to my knees. This can only mean that the Van Halen jumps have loosened my pants considerably.
5. Will you marvel at my hand form? Mary Murphy would have nothing but praise for my lines.
All in all, I’m wondering about SYTYCD’s age limit for auditions because I am SO THERE NEXT YEAR.