Hey babes. I have a challenge for you. Grab a friend, some aluminum foil and a flat iron and play around with wadding up foil in different ways, wrapping hair around it, clamping it with a flatiron, allowing it to cool, and taking the foil out. It is super fun!
For this experiment, I made long, thin foil rods with my hands and basically doing a rag curl set with foil rods and heat. The results were just wonderful.
Hi Babes! Today I have some hair candy to share, this color scheme that I did a few weeks back which is inspired by rasberry jam smeared on vintage denim, and a general celebration of Color Texture Form which started HERE.
I used a cool magenta for her roots, (custom blended Manic Panic) then lighter pink in her ends, which marbled into blues and some dark greens and ended with streaks of denim blue over everything. Was truly a color bomb that kept getting better and better the more I added to it.
I wanted to share some quick stying tricks I did on her once her hair was dry and crimped. Crimped hair, if you don’t already know, is very fun to style because it acts more like wool and stays where you put it. Also, it is thicker and has much more volume and loft to it. It is very similar to natural/kinky textured hair so If you have that sort of hair or if you are very curly, try these hairstyles too!
I’m making it my goal to bring back crimped hair and encourage all different kinds of crimping, using heat, braids, foil, wire, etc. I love it because crimped hair looks great for days and days on end and is a fun way to break you out of a hair rut.
Okay also, a general question: Does anyone know of a solar powered hair crimper? If not, can someone get on making one?
Now take your two side braids and wrap them across the top of your buns, overlapping each other. Tuck the ends around your buns and pin them into place. Voila!
Next one starts off with a center part, and then 2 high twisted buns which leave the bottom half of the hair still hanging down.
Split the hair on the bottom vertically through the center, and do a tight braid on each side. Wrap each braid up and around the opposite bun, criss-crossing them across the back. Tuck the ends around your buns and pin them into place.
Next one is the same, except instead of braids, do twists. Twisting crimped hair is such a dream. Doesn’t it look cool?
Hi dears. I wanted to post this little simple video that was shot on my iPhone about a month ago which demonstrates a hair weaving technique, one that I am hellbent on perfecting. This video is going viral from my Instagram, so I thought I would share it here on the blog too, in case any of you missed it.
Hello and Happy Fruit Season from the abundantly fruity Pacific Northwest. This time of year feels very special because for a few short weeks, we can eat berries straight off the bush without feeling the need to hoard them or share them, because their are simply so many of them around.
On my daily run ( okay runwalk ) I can be found actually just eating the berries directly off the tree hands free. I call it mouthpicking. It sounds maybe a little strange but when there is this much abundance it just seems right to go all in. Also, the birds are so happy that when they do their business, bright pink bombs fall from the sky. Onto my windsheild.
This time of year is about simply relishing the abundance of the berry world, and being open to receive from the fruits of nature, and having deep gratitude for the opportunity to fully just embrace the berry juice on your face. And, maybe wearing berries in your hair as a prayer to keep that abundance flowing, far after the berries have dried on the vine.
Here is a shot from last weekend, when a dear old friend showed up on my doorstep in her wedding dress, with a bouquet of lavender and an amethyst, ready to elope to her man who she met in firefighter training school. I of course added a raspberry in there for good measure and a prayer for abundance for their new life together.
I shot a little braid tutorial to celebrate the berry harvest and share with you all…..here, have a berry while you check it out. These should still be warm from the sun.
Cherry Abundance Braids
Here is how I did these braids…..
I sectioned off both sides, and did a braid in each side section, securing the ends with a clear elastic.
I did two diagonal french braids across the back, then braided all the way down the ends and secured them with clear elastics.
Then I took the ends of the lower french braid, and wrapped them tightly around the bun, tucking the tail underneath and pinning it into place.
Then, I pulled one side braid up and around the bun, tucking the tail in and pinning the braid into place, and I did the same with the other side braid.
Then, I decorated her hair with fresh cherries, pinning them with small hair pins by their stems.
Oh, and before you begin, while you braid ( or brush your hair) , say a little prayer to the universe for abundance, and express gratitude for what is already abundant in your life. May you be fruitful and juicy in all of your pursuits!
This post today is dedicated to the daughters of the world, which is all of us with possibly some additional sons, and this is for them too, if they are into braiding their hair with flowers, and if they are, we salute and love them for it.
I want to be the kind of mom who honors my children for truly who they are, and I want them to be the kind of kids who understand that and know it deep in their hearts. And it is so hard sometimes to nurture that connection and love when we are stuck on the hamster wheel of ‘normal life.’
A month ago, I took my kids out of school for 2 weeks because I wanted them to be able to run free in the Ozarks and spend time with their loved ones and friends in our other hometown of Fayetteville Arkansas. And I needed a chance to remember who I am, and who they are, and why and how I love them.
I had been feeling increasingly out of touch with them in our busy Seattle life……Our days a routine of rushing them around and then feeling frustrated at their slow pace.
Being a mom is really hard because I often feel like the asshole, or I like to call it a momhole, if you will ( DON’T google it! No DON’T!) We simply don’t get enough time to just relax together (much less on our own!) , follow our curiosity, and just be without plans to keep us rushing around like rats in a race. We desperately needed some time to slow down together.
On top of feeling like a momhole in general, there is also the guilt of motherhood and womanhood, where everything we do is in opposition to what we should be doing, no matter what we are doing. What?????????? wtf. Makes one want to just say fuck it, I’m just going to do whatever I want forever.
Which is what we did in Arkansas last month, and it was divine. We crashed couches, we invited ourselves over to the homes of some of our favorite people, we ate, we danced, we played, we slept, we spent mothers day in our underwear lounging around like sloths, and we worshipped the great mama in the river with some of our best friends.
2 full weeks just BEING with our daughters, letting our little community hold us, not rushing, and just letting our days unfold was the best therapy that we could have asked for.
As we drove back to the airport at the end of our trip, a 4 hour journey to Kansas City, the guilt started to creep back in. What kind of mother would give up this sort of life? What kind of mother would leave the sweet community that raised her a mother, to move to a city that is no longer hospitable to part-time working parents who refuse to not be there to watch their kids grow up?
We drove past a sign advertising the Gentry Animal Safari…….Just 15 miles up the road!
What kind of mother would drive past the Animal Safari and not stop so her kids could see the weirdness of totally not native animals roaming the land that WallMart bought? What kind of mother would not let her children hand feed a kangaroo white bread while drinking coke and eating red vines and hot dogs cooked in rancid oil?
What kind of fucking mother am I.
And then, as if by magic, a literal field of beautiful wild flowers entered my vision on the side of the freeway. Hark! A Park! I pulled the car over, and we ran together into the middle of the field. We all knew what to do. We sat at flower level, watching butterflies flutter by and listening to the sound of the flowers sing.
As I watched them frolic in absolute joy and wonder, I forgave myself for all the things I don’t do for them. As I braided their hair, I bowed to them in my heart, honoring them for being who they are and reminding me to stop beating myself up for not doing more for them. In my own annoying mom way, I tried to telepathically beam that straight down their throats and into their joyful little hearts.
There is nothing like braiding someones hair to show them that you honor them:)
If you are a mama, braid your kids hair. If you have a mama, braid her hair for her.
Thanks for reading my rambles:)
Here are the braids I gave them.
Pretty self explanatory, although the trick for this second one is that I pulled out all the hair along just the outer edge of both braids, instead of both edges. Then used pins to secure the braids across the back of the head to the other side, and tucked and pinned the ends of the braids underneath.
Honor yourselves, Honor your daughters. Lot’s of love.
Also, PS. Our youngest daughter Selah is graduating from Preschool today so I’m feeling very sentimental.