Showing posts with label hair. Show all posts
Showing posts with label hair. Show all posts

Saturday, 30 June 2012

RIP Geriatric Rapunzel thanks to Real Housewives

If someone is considering a radical change to their hair style would they normally think long and hard and consult magazines etc?

For the first time I watched a TV show about Housewives (I'm not a daytime tv person but had been trying to find updates about the flooding)Honestly!
The show came on and I was hooked with both horror and fascination, and then a sneaking suspicion that I may not be a million miles from the specimens that I was observing with such morbid curiosity.

First I watched all the blonde ladies from the OC with and their hideous pursuit of youth. And the Housewives of New York and their hideous pursuit of material possessions.

The universal factor that united the two shows was women of a certain age with locks in terrible condition trying to look young with long hair. I don't think that the rule about women over 40 and hair length should be rigidly adhered to, after all great hair is great hair at any age, if it is really lustrous and thick, but if ever there was evidence that aging hair on an aging woman is well...aging, it is in these shows.

In the advertisement break, I reached for the scissors and cut 5 inches off my own stringy rat's tails







Have you ever done any thing radical with your hair on a whim?

Friday, 2 March 2012

Curlylocks and the three bares, a modern day hairy tale



Once upon a time a girl lost a bet with her handsome beau and her forfeit was to bare all.
She had never gone the whole hog before and set on her quest to find a solution.  First she spoke to her local friend who was IPLing her underarm and legs, 'Well' said IPL lady,  'I can indeed deliver your heart's desire, but have you considered that you will be bare forever with never a hair to be seen again'.  The young girl imagined herself a grandmother and thought perhaps she must try something different.
Her local gym offered treatments and sure enough she was attended by a no nonsense fairy godmother whose idea of a brazilian was a large 1970s triangle.  The girl asked if a little more could be removed and by the third request, was beginning to feel like a pervert and so left sheepishly, her quest unfulfilled.
Finally she stumbled across Strip, a waxing specialist set up by a group of strippers a few year's back.  The prices are expensive, but the experience quite different to anything else.

No prudish paper paints and fiddly wax strips to be found here, simply lie in the altogether, in all sorts compromising positions whilst EVERY inch is painlessly stripped to perfection with a variety of coloured hot waxes.


Each cubicle has a tv to distract from the proceedings and the whole experience is almost quite pleasurable.
After the waxing there are beautiful rewards to be found.


And to add a touch of magic to a hairy tale, there is even a little bit of dazzle...