For this month's hair tutorial video, I thought I'd answer a reader question on how to keep your hair tangle-free when you're constantly twisting it into an updo to keep it out of your face (and your child's grip).
P.S. Kendrick recorded the instrumentals for the background music, which I think is cool. (Virgil contributed his own efforts to the soundtrack, as well.)
P.P.S. Speaking of hair, I would like to dye my hair this color.
{ H&M shirt worn as dress (similar); Urban Outfitters Hat; Freebird Boots; Ora Delphine Bag }
I think I've found my happy place, clothing-wise, for Pregnancy Number Two. The first time around I did a lot of experimenting, held onto my very high heels with an iron grip in an effort to maintain my "usual" look, and basically went all over the map, ending up with some hits and a whole bunch of misses (like this outfit: ehhhh). This time I'm still up for lots of experimenting - mostly because it's honestly so much fun to dress a completely different (and constantly changing) shape - but for now, at least, I think I know what makes me feel comfortable: a relaxed-fit (but very short) dress. Flats, but non-boring flats, plz. Hats, because I don't have time to do my hair. Sunglasses, because I am exhausted.
And way too much jewelry, obviously, because some things never change.
For three decades, I did not care about my nails. As a result, they were usually more than a little scruffy: peeling, dry, chipped, and filed (or, more accurately, broken) to different lengths.
My desire to have pretty nails coincided almost to the day with giving birth; all of a sudden, I had to let go of any reasonable certainty that I would be able to leave the house and interact with other human beings while looking anything close to presentable, and something about having polished, manicured, non-chipped nails made me feel better about that.
Like I had something, even a small thing like my fingernails, under control. "See?! I may look like I haven't slept in three weeks and I may or may not be wearing a shirt, but damn, my 'I'm Not Really A Waitress' polish looks hot."
I think we've established (via copious amounts of snow-related whining over the past two months) that I do not like the winter. But one thing that’s less-than-terrible about the season of freezing cold is the fact that my hair tends to look pretty decent. See, I have majorly humidity-reactive hair: the kind of hair that, when it encounters a single molecule of airborne moisture, twists itself into shapes so bizarre that it sometimes seems that my only recourse is to cover the whole mess up with a hat.
Humidity is not my friend.
But the fact that I’ve spent many, many a summer in humid New York City (and now humid Westchester) means that I’ve developed a few tricks to help offset all this frizz, and since some of you may be headed off to Spring Break in warm (and humid) areas in the weeks to come, I thought I’d share.
Everyone should own a red dress.
I've owned a handful over the years - none of which have cost more than forty bucks; I think this one was $15 at H&M - and they're always what I break out when I'm feeling like I could use a lift. For a special date. For a big Girls' Night Out. For any event, basically, where I'm OK with being The Girl In The Red Dress (because when you wear a red dress, that's what you are, and that's what everyone will refer to you as for the duration of the evening and in subsequent recaps).
Many of my red dresses have been very, very bare, and some have even been cut-down-to-there, but this one - which is more of a tunic, really, and could arguably be called a "shirt" (not that calling a dress a shirt has ever made me disinclined to wear it as the former) - is the kind of shape I want to wear right now. Super-short (with opaque tights during the daytime), but with a boxy cut and covered-up arms to balance out the shortness. And tall, flat boots to make the effect a little more sporty than sexy.
