On a recent (wonderful, relaxing, hilarious, breath-of-fresh-air) girls’ weekend in Hermann, Missouri, I found myself talking about lots of things and how they were “a revelation.”
Seriously. I started making a list, and found that I’d used the phrase “Revelation!” no fewer than five times in 48 hours. (Complete with revelation-appropriate gesture: think stable jazz hands, raised eyebrows, and syllable-by-syllable pronunciation.) I guess it’s just been a discovery-filled few months for me. So, herewith, I shall report my revelations.
First, because things have been a little light in the redhead department recently, a revelation in the way I fix my hair.
Last time I got my hair cut, my amazing stylist Angela decided she wanted to do something different with my usually crazy-curly hair. I’m pretty much inept at styling my hair any way other than crazy-curly, so I’m always up for a change. Angela introduced me to two amazing products — each of them a revelation. Never in my life has my hair behaved as well for one day, not to mention two or even three days (shh!), as it has since I added this little routine to my life.
First, Aveda Brilliant Universal Styling Creme. The scent, alone, is enough to make you gladly fork over the semi-exorbitant price for this stuff. Sort of like liquid pomade, a little bit goes a long way — and that’s saying something with thick, curly hair like mine. It’s great two ways. One, as a finishing product, adding just a little shine, taming frizzies, and creating a halo of heavenly scent you can live in all day. Two, as a prep-step for this, Revelation #2.
Maybe the most incredible thing yet.
I’ve tried it all – straighteners, hot rollers, cheap curling irons – and nothing has ever given me a hair style that was a) sustainable, or b) even that good-looking. As Angela whipped one of these through my hair, creating soft, flowing tresses with little kick-out curls on the end, I whined. “Can I just come have you do my hair every morning?” Apparently all I needed was a really good curling iron — “like a Hot Tools,” she said.
There’s a reason I drive three hours to get this woman to cut my hair.
Curls tamed and refined, tresses glossy and gleaming, all of it redder than red. A revelation, I tell you. A revelation.
(Photographic evidence perhaps to come…)