They sit in my chair and breathe a sigh of relief for the opportunity to take one hour out of their hectic day for dedicated relaxation and pampering. But all of a sudden, when that little screen lights up or a handbag rumbles with an iPhone begging to be answered.
My haircut is OK, but tonight, I tied it back with some hair clips and saw the layers of brown and gray and lighter brown and highlights and once again, wondered how I will look when I fully inhabit my natural self and let my hair go gray.
Determined to get involved in building better lives for women out of the trade, she soon found a way to start a business. Something she always wanted to do, make something, and help women at the same time. Her idea was simple: hair.
Yep, just like our skin, our hair ages...and not always gracefully. It sure does sound odd, considering hair is "dead" and all, but sprouting grays isn't the only thing we have to worry our pretty little heads about.
No, I'm not a member of the Hair Club for Men. I'm not talking about grafting my neck hair onto my dome, and I'm not talking about a toupee or hair plugs. I'm talking about the skin on my head actually regrowing hair.
Fashion is art. Fashion is an outward expression of those fantastical ideas conjured up inside of each of us. Often we stifle the expression of our imagination because of societal norms. What's expected? What's accepted? What will resonate?
It's that time of year again: when the glossy magazines are two-inches thick, spilling with new shapes and colors for fall... store shelves are stocked with sweaters and a virtual boot buffet... and makeup shades suddenly seem richer, deeper, and more sophisticated.