Word of the day: change (verb) To become different.
There are two men in my life that I will never cheat on: my boyfriend (of course) and my hair stylist.
I seriously love my stylist, Sergio. It's so nice to walk into the salon and say I don't know what I want except that I want to look cute and to know that I will walk out looking cute (and maybe even borderline hot). And he also give the most amazing shampoo-cum-head massage a person could ever want. He knows it's my favourite part of the whole haircut experience and I like to think he gives me an extra-long shampoo. But seriously, I get goosebumps.
Sergio gave me yet another fantastic haircut last night and we made a serious change to my style: I now part it on the right. I have had a left-hand part in my hair since I was 11 or 12. It was all because of Carolyn Waldo and a Sears catalogue from the early '90s. Carolyn Waldo had released a clothing line with Sears which I loved and in several of the pictures of her, she had shoulder-length blonde hair, parted on the left and with bangs. I promptly got my hair cut like that because it was so awesome. I also drooled over the most amazing clothes she was hocking, which consisted mainly of tights and tunics (some were even off-the shoulder - scandalous for a 12-year-old!) and brightly coloured sashes to wear as belts or hair bands. (This is perhaps why I have eschewed the return of the belted tunic and tights look; I am scarred by my love of it 17 years ago.)
Now, I have scoured the good ol' interwebs for pictures of Carolyn's most awesome clothing collection and could not find anything to showcase the superb duds or her fabulous hair. But I did find this from the kids collection she did:
But Carolyn's influence over my own hair has ended. I'm pretty happy with the new right-hand part I've got going on.
(Okay, I'm still trying to find pictures of Carolyn and the clothes I loved but my Google Image search is coming back with a variety of unrelated images, including Michael Ignatieff. Seriously?! Alas, no pictures.)