I am so excited, I can barely contain myself! I couldn't fall asleep last night until after 2 a.m....which is a rough start to a day that includes a Crossfit workout! But it doesn't matter!!!! I am to the moon and back excited!
Let me explain...months ago, I met Kelly. Kelly went to high school with my husband, Jay. I met her at their 20(what!!!) year reunion. Kelly owns a cute little hair salon right here in our own community...so, I let her take a whack at my hair. Now, I haven't blogged much about my hair...but it is both a blessing and a curse. My hair is thick! Thicker than what you're thinking, too...like waaaaaaay more thick. It's curly/frizzy/unruly. I always have it pulled back. Growing up, no one knew how to care for my hair, so I would be tortured daily by having someone pull a brush through my tangled mess. That hurt so badly, that my dad took me to a salon and had them cut off all my hair. That made it worse! I hate getting it wet because of the frizz factor. Praise the Lord that my arm was in a cast my Senior year of H.S. so I got to skip swimming! Getting a hair cut at any salon always resulted in tears. It's not soft and touchable...you cannot and will not run your fingers through it...ever.
But at the same time, if I take the time and energy to "do it", I receive compliments and raves. To me it's a grass is always greener kind of situation. I would love to know what it's like to have straight hair that can be styled in many different ways...or left down to blow in the wind. If I could go back in time, I would feather the crap outta my hair! The invention of ceramic straighteners has allowed me to slightly experience the joy of free flowing locks...but the damage it does is almost not worth it.
And can we talk about how much product I use??? Shampoo, conditioner, spray gel, regular gel, mousse, hairspray. Yikes!
So back to point at hand. When Kelly did my hair, she shared a book with me called The Curly Girl's Handbook. It was AH.MAZE.ING!!! Everything I had ever felt or experienced about my hair was in these pages! Anywho, the author's method for great curly hair is quite out of the ordinary....NO SHAMPOO!!! NO HEAT!!!! NO STRAIGHTENING!!! DevaConcepts, of course, has their own line of products, which I was more than happy to dump my grocery store bought products for these rich, luxurious ones.
Now, fast forward a couple of months...and I LOVE the results. I'm still learning techniques. It's hard to break decades of bad habits...but I'm getting there. And my hair is about 100x healthier!
The other day, I noticed on the Deva Curl Facebook page a call out for anyone willing to be a hair model participant in their (super fancy) salon in New York City. After showing it to Jay in a joking way, he suggested that I send an email. Why not? Well....because it's in New York, it's in 2 weeks, we have 3 kids, school, work, volleyball, I'd have to go by myself, they probably received a million emails already....So, I went ahead and sent an email to the contact person. Almost immediately, I received an email back stating that there was ONE spot left and to send a photo. I did not hear anything back and the next day I saw on the FB page that all the spaces had been filled. I assumed I had not been chosen, and while I felt a tinge of disappointment, I didn't lose any sleep over it.
Just last night, I received an email from the contact person stating that I HAD BEEN CHOSEN!!!! I get to go to New York City, and get a haircut (specifically for curly hair like mine) and highlights valued at $300!!! Plus a gift bag of hair goodies, their special micro-fiber towel and a video of the process!!! I'm so thrilled...though, nervous, too, that I might cry (out of happiness) or maybe offer to adopt the stylist so he/she can come home with me because this is a once in a lifetime opportunity.
Now there's a mad dash to make arrangements and plans and back up plans, get some books to read, figure out how to make this happen!!! But, if I can make it there....
*When all is said and done, I'll create a photo montage of my hair through the years...