| Something odd about hair dye |
| Tuesday, March 13, 2007 |
| It strikes me as rather odd that when you use an at-home hair dye, you have to carefully put on plastic gloves to protect your hands from the chemicals, then you spread the same mixture all over your scalp... Labels: hair |
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| Not THOSE koala ears oh dear |
| Friday, February 02, 2007 |
| So I was telling a trainer at the gym about my koala ears, and sadly he thought I was talking about my real ears (which I actually like) and he says 'oh well they are not that bad'. Now I'm wondering what's wrong with my ears. Though my left ear did once do some modelling for a newspaper advertisement for a sound-system selling company ... so it can't be all that bad. Yes, when I was younger I was a model. Wink Labels: hair |
| posted by Cleo Twyford @ 9:53 AM |
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| A hairy business - Coping with koala ears and cowlicks |
| Sunday, January 21, 2007 |
Just before Christmas I got the perfect haircut. Yes, it may have seemed impossible but it's true. I looooved it, and wanted to marry my hairdresser, even though she did ask me "did you cut your own hair?" in a tut tut manner, and then, worse, "you colored your own hair, didn't you?" with a sneer.
Although now that it's grown a bit, my haircut has developed what is known, technically as 'koala ears'. Well actually I've discovered it's not the hair cut, it's just my nuisance hair,which not only has in-built koala ears, but also boasts an out-of-control cow lick. The cow-lick was okay at the beginning since that part of my new fringe was cut extra short, but now it's longer it's completely unmanageable. I'm tempted to take the scissors to it myself, but that is most certainly disaster childhood-Barbie material.Labels: hair |
| posted by Cleo Twyford @ 10:53 AM |
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| Blaming PBS for self-inflicted hair disaster |
| Friday, September 29, 2006 |
I may be about to turn an unmentionable age (deep in the thirties, ouch), but it seems I haven't learnt some lessons from my childhood. When I was 8 I decided to give my Barbie a haircut. Oh in my head I imagined it was going to be a beautifully executed cut, with Barbie looking wonderful at the end of it. Instead, of course, after I had hacked at it, she looked like the dog had chewed it.
Well this week I repeated the mistake - only this time it wasn't on Barbie, it was on myself. Yes, I took a big chunk out of my hair and now it looks all lobsided.
I want to blame it on PBS (Pre Birthday Syndrome) because it's made me an emotional, whingy, hate-my-hair mess.Labels: hair |
| posted by Cleo Twyford @ 9:52 AM |
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| My new hair plan - stalking celebrities |
| Thursday, August 31, 2006 |
| A friend of mine has just moved to Brisbane and happened across an excellent hairdresser. Not only did she get, in her words, "the best haircut I've ever had", but on the way out her new fabulous hairdresser pointed out that the twin sister singers of The Veronicas were there. Then YOU KNOW you've found a good hairdresser if celebs are there, right? So now I have a new plan - I'm going to stalk celebrities until they go to the hairdresser. Then, da da, I will have finally found a good hairdresser. Yeah. Labels: hair |
| posted by Cleo Twyford @ 11:56 AM |
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| Anne of Green Gables hair scare |
| Tuesday, May 16, 2006 |
 When I woke up this morning I looked in the mirror to find I had a perfect Anne of Green Gables hairdo (I got a bit of a fright, but now I'm in my thirties a scare does wonders to wake me up.)
I think I'm going to take a leaf out of my neighbour's book and get a cat and call it Gilbert Blythe.Labels: hair |
| posted by Cleo Twyford @ 10:26 AM |
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| The fringe-killing curse of the cow lick |
| Tuesday, April 18, 2006 |
About once every two years I feel the undeniable urge to get a hairstyle with a fringe. Everywhere I turn I see wonderful hairstyles with fringes - on women I see down the street, in magazines, on beautiful movie heroines. (It is quite obviously the key to happiness and success)
But there is one problem - it is torturous for me to get a fringe. This is because I have two fierce cow-licks, one on each side of my forehead, which means no matter how I tug, slosh in copious amounts of hair product, or brush a fringe, bits of hair still stick out unattractively and un-fringe-like from my head.
Then, of course, it takes two years for the fringe to grow out. (At which point I have the same dilemma all over again.)
I don't know where I had the evil misfortune to get a cow lick my forehead twice as a small child ... well that is where the bovine fringe curses come from, isn't it? ;)Labels: hair |
| posted by Cleo Twyford @ 11:37 AM |
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| Men BAH, get me a good hairdresser (yes still harping on about it) |
| Wednesday, March 22, 2006 |
GET IT ON A TEE!!Labels: hair |
| posted by Cleo Twyford @ 1:16 PM |
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| The ultimate frustration (Another hair whinge) |
| Tuesday, March 21, 2006 |
So I am flicking through a women's magazine in the supermarket and there it is - my dream hairstyle (The one that will make me feel good every day, get me no end of attention from perfect men, and will never, never make me have a bad hair day).
But then there is a sinking feeling. I mean it's not like I haven't been down this road before; the road where I cut out a picture of the perfect hairstyle from a magazine, put it in front of a hairdresser with hope and sparkle in my eyes ... then she bursts my bubble.
There's no way your hair will look like this
Yes, it seems I never learn that slightly wavy, excessively frizzy hair, will not act all straight and shiny and L'oreal commercial, even at the hands of the best hairdresser in the world.Labels: hair |
| posted by Cleo Twyford @ 9:51 AM |
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| Frizzy hair conspiracy theory |
| Tuesday, February 07, 2006 |
 The frizzy-haired beauty left, Zalumma Agra, was known as the "Star of the East". She was said to be the daughter of a prince from the mountainous region of the Black Sea-the purported birthplace of the Caucasian race. As the "purest" type of white person, Circassian women were said to be the most beautiful on earth, prized by Turkish sultans for their harems (the frizzier their hair the better - ok I added that bit).
So this obviously proves that there are some evil marketing schemers out there masking the fact that frizzy hair is, after all, beautiful and perfect, in order to make us feel that we should spend lots of money on hideously overpriced product.
(Really I am just trying to console myself since I have uncontrollable frizziness and no amount of serum, frizz ease, hair moisturiser or smoother makes one jot of difference. Hurrumph.)Labels: hair |
| posted by Cleo Twyford @ 10:31 AM |
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| The hair crisis continues |
| Friday, January 20, 2006 |
I am experiencing a hair crisis of Crystal Tips proportions exacerbated by the fact that I can neither find a good hairdresser nor a frizzy hair product that really works.
But one of my friends who is a comrade in the war against frizzy hair is taking the fight one step further - she has pledged to stake out hairdressing salons. She is going to watch people go in and then check out the hairstyles when they come out, taking note of which hairdresser wields the scissors the best. She's taking it on as a full-time task until she succeeds.
Think I'm just going to sit back and reap the rewards when she finds one ;)Labels: hair |
| posted by Cleo Twyford @ 10:40 AM |
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| The mystery of the disappearing hairdresser |
| Friday, January 13, 2006 |
So far in my life I have lost perfectly good hairdressers for unfathomable reasons.
I've lost -
Two hairdressers to the study of Reiki and one to the study of Kinesiology
One to pregnancy and thus a life of one-person exclusive baby, child, teenager haircutting.
One to a life of haircutting on the Disney Cruise Ship (I tried to tell her that Mickey and Minnie don't need haircuts.)
And two who just disappeared without a trace.
It all proves that while you may find an excellent hairdresser, they are very flighty and you just can't depend on them being around long-term. I just don't think "if you love something, set it free ..." applies here, because really I love my hair and it is really very very hard to find a good hairdresser when navigating the follicle challenges of life.Labels: hair |
| posted by Cleo Twyford @ 9:46 PM |
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| I'm not the only one concerned about my frizzy hair |
| Friday, December 23, 2005 |
I got a little inkling my aunt thought that my hair needed some attention when she bought me some hair serum, but today I knew for sure she thought my frizzy hair dilemma was urgent when she said in an extremely surprised voice:
Your hair looks so shiny today!
Since she sounded so happy I didn't want to inform her that I had just been to the gym - so it was actually all-natural sweat serum.Labels: hair |
| posted by Cleo Twyford @ 10:07 AM |
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| Communing with Kate Bush |
| Wednesday, July 13, 2005 |
My hair has broken out into song today; but it's not a song of joy, it's a cry of follicle frizziness.
It goes a bit like:
Babooshka, Babooshka, Babooshka-ya-ya!
I think Kate Bush was having a bad-hair day akin to my own when she wrote that song. (okay I know the song isn't strictly about bushy hair ...)
Anyhoo, in honor of the day, I'm going to reminisce on bad Twyford hair events.
1. When I asked for a bob with an undercut (It was a really cool haircut at the time, believe me!) the hairdresser cut the bob high above my ears then shaved the rest of my head bald. It really just served me right since I got my hair cut at a cut-price hairdressers near a supermarket that was filled with hay-bales and cowboy-hat-wearing cutters.
2. Once at work a fellow employee asked me if I had been swimming. Really I had made a bad decision not to wash my hair that day so it had a nice greasy wet look. What do you say to that?
3. A particularly bad bridesmaid outing - Quite apart from the highly pink, pearled, frilly dress, which was bad enough, the hairdresser made a concerted effort to boof-up my hair. All the vicious back-combing made me look like a poodle. I was sixteen. I cried a lot. I looked puffy-faced and miserable in the photos.Labels: hair |
| posted by Cleo Twyford @ 11:33 AM |
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| Impossibly frizzy hair |
| Wednesday, June 29, 2005 |
Today it's particularly bad. I think it's the cold weather.
I am definitely the target for all those products that are appearing of late that promise to fix it. I've already tried most of them and none of them have worked. (Although I guess the fact that I have bought all the products means that the advertising has worked.)
Those hair cosmetics companies seem to have identified the problem but not really provided a solution. They say they make your hair sleek and shiny, even silky, but don't deliver. Or maybe it's just my hair.
Anyway I'm holding back from taking the scissors to my own locks ... mostly because I remember when I tried that with my Barbie in the seventies and she ended up looking exactly like an eight-year-old had tried to cut her hair. (And her hair wasn't even frizzy). It certainly wasn't the style I had envisioned when I started. Besides, if you cut your own hair the hairdresser KNOWS.
All I can say is - Leo Sayer, I identify.Labels: hair |
| posted by Cleo Twyford @ 12:08 PM |
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