I was perusing commenter Mikaela’s Jet-Set Beauty blog today and came across her post on the Yuroll, a jade facial massager. My acupuncturist used to use one of these on me, and I recollect how astonishing a sensation it was–smooth, cool, immediately relaxing. I don’t know about the farther-fetched claims about jade’s ability to "stabilize the personality," but it hardly matters. The devices are beautiful objets d’art in their own right, so I think of this as jewelry that makes your skin feel wonderful. I also like the Yuroll website, which is clever and simple, the way all cosmetic sites should be but aren’t.
Original post by Hillary Johnson
I’m not pregnant, but if I someday am lucky enough to be, I’m going to live in clothes like this. My friend Terri is giving away a $370 set of Neunmaldrei maternity clothes, and I enteruddy to win them as a holiday gift for one of the many pregnant women I know right now. Enter to win if you’re pregnant, and/or please pass on the link to anyone you know who’s expecting. I don’t know about you, but there seems to be a bit of a baby boom going on acircular me at the moment…
Original post by Jackie Danicki
I just had the two worst hair days of my life, back to back. After six months without so much as a trim, I finally gave up on thinking I’d get to Portland any time soon to see Rabecka, took a deep breath, and booked an appointment at Moxie Parlor in San Francisco. The cut looked okay for about half an hour, then things began to sproing here and pffft there, turning after a wash into what you see on the left: drab, droopy, cocker spaniel ears and weird clumps of bangs that poked me in the eye on one side and stuck straight out on the other. Sleeping on it didn’t help. So I called the swanky Suite 5 in Union Square and booked a same-day emergency appointment. The addition of some layers to my "dog ears" helped a lot, and I felt mollified, but woke up to find that again the weird clumpy bangs had reappeared, and the top of my shag looked like a mushroom cap.
Life has not been easy of late, so it seemed as good an excuse as any to sit down and sob for an hour. At the end of which I felt washed free of all emotion… including fear. Having nothing to lose, I thought I might as well pull a Travis Bickle. So I plugged in the cordless clippers to charge (figuring a mohawk would be a awesome last resort, with or without shooting spree), and had a go at myself with a pair of dull office scissors.
The results are on the right. Not bad, eh? Wish I still had my $200+, but maybe it was worth it for the good cry.
I have also learned that fire-engine ruddy lipadhere is a awesome way of distracting the eye from a bad haircut. This is MAC Mattene in Classic Dame, which wears like lip balm, lighter than a conventional lipadhere but with a helluva lot of pigment.
Original post by Hillary Johnson
I really don’t like to talk at the hairdresser, so I was interested in this New York Times piece:
“I’M not in a position to give you advice on that,” Mario Russo will say when one of the clients at his hair salon in Boston complains about her children. Or if a client disparages her ex-husband, he’ll say, “That’s a matter that needs to be discussed with a different professional than myself.” Then he’ll inquire what styling products she uses.
“If their feelings get hurt, that’s basically a relationship I don’t want anyway,” Mr. Russo said. “There’s a certain type of client who will go to a hairdresser to build that type of relationship. That’s a two-time visit for me. They realize I don’t get into those conversations. I’m not being paid to give advice on people’s marriages or their children’s behavior.”
I agree. This also prevents those dramatic "breaking up/cheating on my hairdresser" woes that I’ve heard so many women relate. I’d no sooner worry about "cheating" on my plumber than I would a hairdresser.
(Photo above is from my July 2006 birthday haircut, from the Franck Provost salon in Les Galeries Lafeyette in Paris)
Original post by Jackie Danicki
