Adrienne has absolutely beautiful hair, but was wanting a more of a “style”. She took the HT advice and cut off a few inches, added light layering all over and some sideswept bangs. Look at her now!
Isn’t she absolutely STUNNING? Well done, Adrienne.
Secondly, Nicole decided to follow the HT voters and try out a shorter Sandra Bullock-type cut.
The majority of voters chose Option #2:
Nicole even snapped a shot at the salon before her transformation.
Here she is now!
Beautiful!
Lastly, Lauri took the advice to add some bangs to complement her face shape.
4. Revlon Hair Dryer – I usually let my hair air-dry, so I might not be the go-to source on dryers, but this one gets the job done. (And it’s inexpensive. Score.)
5. Medicis Paris Round Brush – The good news? This is the best round brush I have ever owned. It doesn’t pull the hair and the boar bristles don’t cause the slightest bit of static. The bad news? I can’t remember where I purchased it and can’t seem to find it ANYWHERE. Help.
(Wait, doesn’t everyone have a 6-foot statue of Captain Hook included in their vacation rental?)
A little bit of this:
And, a little bit of this:
Look at those cheeks. MONCH MONCH MONCH.
Meanwhile, my job responsibilities over here are morphing a bit, and of course, the New York Times article made its appearance and rendered this site inoperable for several hours.
As much as I would like to pretend that I calmly waited for Thursday morning’s arrival by speaking phrases such as, “The NYT’s Thursday Style section is quite a treat and the piece should be just delightful, my dears. Now, pass the bubbly, Ronald!”, that’s not exactly how it went down.
On Wednesday, the butterflies made their presence known. The interview and photo shoot were both so exciting, but I really had no idea about the size and scope of the article. By 4pm, I had decided with the utmost certainty that the title of the article would be:
NEUROTIC WOMAN POLLS INTERNET ON HAIR CHOICES WHILE CHILDREN STARVE.
My family decided I was in need of some adult beverages. Now, I usually have no issues with drinking a martini (need to create a new, exciting dinner? Try drinking a martini! Just watch the cooking improvisation unfold!), but the adrenaline building in my body created some sort of catalyst, hurling me into the galaxy of drunkity DRUNK.
(Two martinis! Just two!)
(Drunk, I tell you!)
D and I returned home around 10:30pm, I set the alarm for 6:00am (our local coffee shop only sells 5 copies of the NYT and I HAD TO HAVE ONE. Or three.), and clumsily plopped my head on the pillow.
Whoah. Spinning.
I groggily mumbled “UGH”, grabbed my pillow and trudged into the living room, where I attempted to watch the nightly news with one hand covering my left eye. You know, to reduce the television rotation.
(Two martinis! Just two!)
(Lightweight, I tell you!)
I must have succumbed to one hell of a deep slumber because I woke up at 2am on the couch, completely disoriented and apparently very hot, evidenced by my turning the thermostat ALL THE WAY in one direction to cool off the room.
I made it to the bedroom, crashed into bed and immediately fell asleep.
What happened next can only be described as moderately painful. The alarm went off. My mouth was dry. It felt incredibly hot in the bedroom. I stumbled into the living room, or what felt like the fiery pit of hell, looked at the thermostat and the room temperature was registering a balmy 86 degrees. I had turned the thermostat the wrong direction.
(Two martinis! Just two!)
(Idiot, I tell you!)
Did any of you see the Sex and The City episode where Miranda drinks 1,000 martinis with the extremely good-looking detective and wakes up with the worst hangover in the history of mankind?
That was me.
Still not getting a crystal clear visual?
How about this.
Luckily, I made it to the coffee shop in one piece. Wearing jeans, my pajama top, and smelling of vodka. I’m pretty sure I couldn’t have PAID anyone to believe that was me in the photo.
Let this be a lesson to you all. Butterflies and alcohol do not mix. Go forth and spread the word, my friends.
Please come back! I have Coca Cola and Fritos! And Rotel dip!
To keep my mind off the fact that my family is 2 million miles away, I’ve made a new hair tutorial that I will be debuting on Thursday. The Whoorl Blowdrying Tutorial, and good Lord, it is awful. So incredibly awful and lame.
It involves stupid photos and a horrific video because you can’t really show the blowdrying motion with a photograph. Yeah, you heard me, a snippet of a video of me blowdrying my hair. SERIOUSLY DUDE, WHO GIVES A SHIT.
(Hey! To the 5 people who requested a blowdrying tutorial! I’m here for you, man.)
Here it is, folks. Although, looking back, it probably would have been much easier to create a list of foods that younger toddlers SHOULDN’T eat. (1. Peanuts 2. Honey – and there you go! Thanks for visiting, Good Night and Good Luck!)
Fruit (almost all types were mentioned)
Steamed vegetables
Quesadillas
Cheese, cheese and MORE CHEESE (Wito says HELL YEAH.)
Yogurt
Beans
Annie’s Mac & Cheese
Various Pastas
Chunks of Rotisserie chicken
Meatballs
Scrambled eggs
Frozen whole wheat waffles
Applesauce
Creamy peanut butter (no history of family food allergies)
Cream cheese/jelly on flat bread
Chicken nuggets
Gnocchi
Sweet potato
Grilled cheese
Boca burgers
Hamburger
Ravioli
Spaghetti-O’s
Oatmeal
Edamame
Tofu
Hummus (all different kinds)
Cooked sushi rolls
Leftover stir-fries and curries
Rice
Couscous
Earth’s Best Organic cheese crackers
YoBaby Yogurt (Wito loves the kind with fruit and cereal mixed in, but he requests that I sing, “Yo Baby Yo Baby YO!” every time. Or maybe it’s just me.)
Organic Greens With Envy from Trader Joes
Tater Tots
Pirate’s Booty
String cheese
Chef Boyardee microwaveables
Corn bran cereal (look out below!)
Thinly-sliced deli meat
Roasted veggies
Turkey burgers
Guacamole
Green beans
LEFTOVERS (from the night before! DUH.)
Please leave any other ideas in the comments section. Thanks for everyone’s input!
On to much more important stuff, like mah hair. According to my handy-dandy poll counter, I will be venturing into bang territory. Of course my hair stylist is in Mexico, so my appointment isn’t until next Thursday, giving me plenty of time to look through magazines and change my mind daily. However, this is a democracy people! You speak and I listen! Bangs, here I tentatively come! (Although, if they are ugly, it’s totally your fault.)
