I used to hate my hair. My mother would take one look at me when I was three, and with a metal pick comb in her hand, tell me to come to her. This was a time before those little plastic nubbins on the ends of comb teeth so that the metal would scrape against your scalp and hurt you. I would whimper at my impending doom. To this day, I still have a psychological aversion to the smell of Vo5, a greasy styling goo she would slather on my head in vain to get rid of tangles. Ugh
Cut to now. Having corkscrew curls has actually been quite lucrative, as I've done infomercials for hair straighteners, detangling shampoo, and hair modeled for such companies as Artease, L'Anza, Tony & Guy/TiGi, and L'Oreal, just to name a few. (If you ever get the chance to get your hair done by Gerd Hoher or Jo Blackwell, do it! They are tops in their fields! Seriously, the compliments never stopped after I got my hair done by them. Gerd's in LA, Jo's in NYC)
Over the weekend, I worked again for L'Anza and they fingerwaved the front of my head and curled the rest, resulting in a very cute 1920s meets 2010 way. And I need to be honest - I am an absolute wuss when it comes to people doing my hair. They have a word for people like me, "tenderheads," but in the salon word, the connotation is more "pain in the ass." Oddly enough, as you'll see in various infomercials, I can take the pain of whatever they're doing and still smile!
L'Anza had a huge gala event Sunday evening and I and 12 other girls got our hair done and styled and walked the runway in white bikinis wearing white sarongs. Because we're wearing bikinis, we were also wearing high heels a la swimsuit competitions, and I got a spray tan from a can for the first time! I think it was Sally Hanson, but it was my first time having a makeup artist get all up in my business rubbing color onto my pale white skin. I mean, because of my height, I don't usually do runway, so this was a new experience for me, getting rubbed down in a room filled with stylists and half naked models. The makeup artist was making jokes about how she's also done makeup for rap videos and had to rub baby oil all over women so it's no biggie to her, but I told her after a rubdown like that, the least I could do was buy her dinner. It's a glamorous life I tell you.
Did you know tan in a can is sparkly? I checked the bottle for how to get it off, and it said with soap, water, and a washcloth, but um, no. I still have it. Sparkles and all.
The stylist who worked on me laughed that I'd have to use a gallon of shampoo to get all the product out, and she was right. Two shampoos and two conditioning treatments later, my hair is finally back to normal, (it was as hard as a helmet, for reals) but the style was cute, don't you think?