Other unrealistic hair love of my childhood (and beyond): Ariel
The only times in my life I haven't liked my hair has been when I've cut it too short. This happened when I was 7 (thanks a lot, 1990s, with your weirdly favored bowl-cuts-for-girls) and when I was 23. So, 2 years ago. Right. I thought my cheekbones could handle it, but I was wrong. So, so wrong. I'm still growing out that mistake. Although it did look good the day I left the salon.
For the rest of my life, my hair and I have been in a passionate love affair. In high school, when my girl friends would complain about their coifs, I would swing mine around and say, "You should FEEL mine! It is so. soft." Which I now realize is extraordinarily toolish.
But seriously, you should feel my hair. It's ridiculous how soft it is.
This Saturday we're driving to New York City for our engagement shoot with the incomparable Kelly Prizel, and I am sooooo excited! I trust my hair (obviously) to be amazing, but my makeup, not so much. I think I look great on a daily basis, I just don't feel confident making myself photo-ready, so I researched stylists in the area, and ended up booking Annamarie Tendler, which I am pretty pumped about. Her work is amazing, and her prices are totally reasonable.
Finally...my hair and I will get the photographic attention we deserve...