I have made it no secret that I have a daily battle with my hair. It is massive, and unruly, and likes to mock me (ok, that may be abit dramatic). I am the queen of ponytails, because most days I am too busy to deal with the flatiron. It takes forever and causes my arm to go limp from exhaustion. Too. Much. Trouble.
I am on the constant lookout for deeply hydrating and healing hair products that will tame the beast, and leave my locks smooth and shiny...just like a commercial. I desperately want to wake up with gorgeous hair!
I wave my red head loving flag all the time. I am not a trendsetter by any means, and I tend to dress very conservatively (well, I am conservative compared to all the girls walking around in skimpy sundresses…jeesh!). Therefore, my red hair is my little symbol of individuality. It’s my bold little statement, and I adore it.
During the summertime, my lovely relationship with my hair can become a bit strained. You see, the sun zaps all the depth from my color and turns my luscious locks orange. Brassy, bright, and pippi longstocking orange! Ugh. All I could do was whine and complain, until my hairdresser (who got sick of my whining and complaining) turned me onto a little secret…..