Wednesday, January 6, 2010

Beauty is Pain

I got a lot of great presents for Christmas. I am one lucky girl- that is for sure! I needed a lot of practical things - a new coat, jeans, and so on. There were also some things that I wanted/got that might not be viewed as "completely necessary..." but what is a must have for me could be totally lame to you.

Case in of my favorite gifts I got is this - footzyrolls:

Ok, wait, let me give you a little background first. I LOVE heels. The taller the better, and I am confident that I will never feel like I have too many heels. I prefer heels over flats for many reasons and even if they are painful (which some of them are) I will still wear them. It's the price of being a "girly" girl, I guess.

So, there have been many times when i have needed to walk somewhere after work, and would be able to do this much faster and with much less pain, if I weren't wearing heels. A lot of the time, I will bring a pair of flats or flip flops for my walk.

I was reading a magazine on the treadmill a few weeks ago and came across these lovely little inventions. They are such a great concept - wear your super cute shoes, and then, in your purse you can carry these cute lil roll up ballet flats to switch out of to walk home, or wherever you need to go. GENIUS!! I was involved in a few secret santa exchanges at work, and I put the link to these up on my gchat status jokingly asking my secret santa for them. Then, during one of the exchanges...I GOT THEM!! I was so excited!

I have worn them a few times since I got them, and let me tell you- I would buy 5 more pairs. I am definitely including these in my gift giving repertoire for my girlfriends. So convenient, compact and just plan amazing!! LOVE THEM!

Sunday, January 3, 2010

Appointments Available...

Michael needed a hair cut. Michael didn't want to pay to have someone cut his hair (this topic could be a whole different post). Michael asks if I want to try and cut his hair.

I could not believe the above mentioned situation happened today. But, it did. So, let me tell you how it turns out. Michael said that I could try and cut his hair. If I messed up badly, or if he didn't like it, he would just buzz it. So, nothing too bad could happen, right?!

Let me make it known that I have never cut someone else's hair before. In 4th grade my friend Tricia and I would randomly take pieces of our own hair and chop them with the crappy scissors we had in our pencil boxes. I guess you could say it was my first experience with a layered hair cut.

So, we set up what I am now referring to as "Kelsey's Salon" right in the middle of the living room. I provide my client with a great TV show to watch and get to work. Well, what I think you might really call what I was doing is haphazard chopping. I do the things I have seen my hair girl do on me, as well as things I have seen other hair stylists do on the men at the salon. I try and make sure things are even, I precisely cut around the ears and at the base of the neck. I part his hair in different ways to make sure when he styles it that it will actually look decent.

Basically, I am doing everything that I can to make sure this isn't a total bust because, well, I really like Michael with hair on his head. So, about 30 minutes into this hair cut, i step back and think that I have done a pretty good job. I grab a mirror (because I am confident enough that Michael isn't going to freak out) and I show him what is now resting on his head. And, to my surprise- he is pretty impressed!! He points out a few uneven portions, as well as the need to trim the sideburns, and I take a few more minutes to fix those spots. Ok, it was more like another 15 minutes, but it was my first time...I can't be too speedy just yet!

I get the mirror again to display the final look...and well...see for yourself:

I mean, pretty good for my first time cutting hair!! And, he hasn't buzzed it, so I guess I did an OK job by his standards too. So, what I am thinking, is that if I need to find a backup career, being a hair stylist is definitely a possibility. Would you come to my salon?! Ha ha