Here are some shots from a recent afternoon Foxglove Love Battle session that transpired in my neighborhood with two of my dear young muses, Birch and Cameron.
In a city without many empty lots left overgrown, I love this one lot that we chose to shoot at, to it’s fullest. It is like my own wild piece of countryside behind a white picket fence, old knotty apple trees, plants made lush and green by years of goat manure from the former homes previous owners, who were urban goat farmers and edible weed lovers.
Welcome to Foxglove City, please enjoy the photos:)
And lastly, this beautiful shot of the braids coming down ( The deconstruction shots are always best!)
Do you have a little secret garden around where you live? If you don’t, I encourage you to find one:)
Hello! Hi! I’m Roxie. It is so very nice to meet you:) Come on in. No, no you can keep your shoes on. That mat is just for my kid’s muddy boots. Go ahead and hang your jacket up and let me show you around!
I am so happy to have you here, after all these years of sharing a sort of limited part of my life at HTHG……..Welcome to my home, my workspace, and a little look into my regular old life! I am glad to share it with you.
Friends, I wanted to take a minute to show you around a bit. I have realized in the last year how easy it is to make assumptions about the state of another’s lifestyle based on what they share via the internet/social media……And with that in mind, I thought it would be fun to give a bit of an authentic tour of my life on a quiet, normal day.
Give me just a sec while I put some tea water on……Need to use the bathroom? (did I remember to clean it??? Yep. Did. ) Great. Do you feel like a cup of tea?
I’ve been making this really yummy blend lately…..hibiscus, mint, nettle, usnia and rosebuds. Sound good? Great. Do you take honey? Alright, perfect. This honey comes from my grandma’s brothers family farm outside Glacier Park MT. They have a general store called Beaver Slide Dry Goods….Sell yarn and honey and soap and things. Great little shop……Check it out if you have a chance! Best honey I’ve ever had.
Here is my little transitional parlor salon, where I do dry-cuts on my clients while we build out the shop behind our house into a real life salon!!!! I can’t wait to show you:) Here is what is left of the Free Your Hair Earth Collection! Was such a fun project to make hair products using only earth-based ingredients and share them with friends and clients. Check them out! Yes absolutely! Try them! Yep that is me in the sweatpants!
Ah!!! Yes! and the Bebiotin. I take mine every day!~ Have you tried them yet? Great for hair and skin.
Tea done steeping? Taste okay? K. Follow me!
I am so glad to have you here, did I already say that? How is your day going, what’s new? Hungry? There is a smoothie in the fridge, my husband Jonny made it this morning, he puts all of life in his smoothies…..gets us off to a great start. This morning it was pineapple, berries, chaga, yogurt, Diatomaceous Earth, spinach, Healthforce Green Powder( I swear this stuff will keep us alive forever) SUN POTION Ashwagandha and rice milk.
Here is were we eat meals, we try to eat together every night, and often have a guest or two. Both Jonny and I love to cook, and we generally don’t use recipes…..kind of an intuitive art around here, cooking is;) Kids like to cook as well. We have them plan a meal every once in a while.
We hold hands around the table and sing a Scottish song together before we eat, song passed down from the McVickers on my maternal grandma’s side. I grew up singing grace at every supper and I thought it was so corny. Now I kind of love it. Ha!
Right this way! yep. Taking you to my favorite part of the house, past the guitars (my beloved Gretsch and my sweet little practice guitar gifted to me from my mother Out-law (Marley, our 8 year old’s dad’s mom.) In Arkansas, I played guitar and sang in a band called The Rox. Miss those days.
……and on to the bookshelves. One of my favorite parts about my Jonny is his fantastic taste in books and his beautiful book collection. They came with him when we shacked up, and I adore them (and him.) My personal collection is slowly growing and I am supremely proud of them. Jonny is ten years of book collecting ahead of me, you see.
The photo on the top right is me as a baby, held by my namesake Dr. Jane Goodall, who is a friend and mentor of my mother’s, and the bottom left there behind my late step-mothers is a ceramic jar with boobs on it that I made a week before my first daughter was born.
I share a closet with our daughters Marley (8) and Selah (4). They are both at school today. This closet houses my Gunne Sax dress collection, which is a major source of happiness for me whenever I think of them, sitting in the back of my closet just waiting for me to wear em.Almost all of my best clothes come from Dina’s Great Finds.
If you are ever driving between Seattle and Portland, do yourself a favor and stop at Dina’s, in Chehalis. It is a Sacred Church of Vintage Treasures. Yep. Clothes, furniture, art, housewares, tools. Everything.
I really adore and treasure my jewelry collection. Please don’t judge it by the way it is organized! It’s just that the collection has outgrown the display, thanks to artists like Nikki Jacoby, April Rose of Rainbow Kimono and Adina Mills who have all fueled my growing obsession with statement pieces. 2016 will be the year of organizing my jewelry better.
Ooooof. The Bathroom. Remember how I said I loved to try new products but am trying to simplify my cabinets? Yeesh. This might look crazy but it is actually an improvement.
Want an apple or banana? I’m a total fruit bat. Always have fruit hanging from places. We do a lot of fruit snacking and juicing. The Northwest is great for us in the form of fruit abundance, although this isn’t the season for it. We did harvest kiwis the other day though, at our favorite park in town, Meridian Park. Try one? Or have an Apple!
How you doing? Need more tea water? Come on…..I’ll take you upstairs to my apothecary and my alchemy den/guest bedroom upstairs landing. It’s all squished together! Still not sure how to make it all work;) This house, as you can see, is not big.
So yep, up here under this skylight is where I mix and infuse. I’ve got all my herbs drying, flowers soaking, and powders settling in 5 gallon buckets. I think of this area as my herbal hair Pharmacy, where I can custom mix hair remedies for clients and friends. It really comes in handy, and It brings me great joy. Need anything? How about an end-mender, and a stimulating oil to help your dry scalp? That I can do. I’ll send you home with a tea blend too, as long as were here:)
Well, the only thing left now is the big cement slab in our back yard where we are building the woodshop/salon/Hair B&B. Can’t let you leave without seeing that too. Watch your step, it gets slick out here! For now, the slab is home to our fire pit and cider press.
See my Spirit Tree in the back ground, on the left? That Douglas Fir is the first thing I see every morning when I open the curtains. I just adore it. Next time you are here, the building might be built, and you might be in my chair getting your hair done! I certainly hope so.
Lots of love, and thank you so much for visiting and letting me show you around my rather messy, normal un-fancy life. Don’t forget your oils and your tea!
Dear readers: This post is not hair related, it is an offering to you of a personal experience that has helped me learn. I want to thank you all for being here, reading my words, and believing in what I do. Without you all, none of this would be happening.
Because of you, I have had the nerve to share myself in a way that has been both healing and empowering, you have accompanied me through the journey of the last 5 years of my life, and I am eternally grateful. I can only hope that you have gained valuable insight, inspiration, (great hair;) and knowledge as well……I thank you from the bottom and the top of my heart.
This post is about following your heart, making the jump, opening new doors, leaving behind fear. The photos in this post are from our first ShamPHree shoot, several years ago at the buffalo river with a big group of wonderful women, jumping off bluffs in dresses. Photos are by me, with the exception of the black and whites, which were shot by Bob Cochran. I know, I know. You have already seen these photos if you have been reading HTHG for a while now…..They keep popping up. Why? because jumping off seems to be a central theme here at HTHG. ‘Stuck in hair, stuck in life;)’
On Leaving Fear Behind
You are such a selfish asshole. Also, you are a complete idiot. What makes you think that you should follow your heart, and do what every cell in your body knows you should do? I am the fear part of your brain.) You are firmly in my grasp. I dare you to defy me.I apologize for beginning this essay with such a graphic display of self-abuse. But this is the backdrop for my story.
It’s stunning for me to realize how much time and energy I spend beating myself up. Internally, I am constantly in a battle to try to hold down the voice of my own heart for no other reason than bad habit and a well-worn neuropath that depends upon fear. Fear seems to be my path of least resistance.
I spend a lot of time riding this well-worn road in my head, allowing fear to keep me stuck in life, holding me back from the goodness of letting go of old comforts in pursuit of unknown blessings.
6 months ago, my heart tried to stop traffic on fear’s busy 4-lane highway. Heart signaled that it wanted me to quit my job as a hairstylist at a salon which I have loved and for most of my adult life. Deep down, I knew that I had to pursue an impractical yet deeply imaginative and uncharted path of a free-lancing renaissance woman. A small but sure voice suggested that I rely solely on my own skills and ingenuity to create a distinctive career path allows me to create and give back and maximize output energy in meaningful directions. Once I heeded heart’s signal, everywhere I looked, I saw signs that it was time to move on.
While I felt deeply sure of this vision in my heart, the prospect of quitting a job I loved and that had provided sure and steady support for me and my daughters really upset me. It just didn’t make sense. Why would I leave something that I love? I truly loved my job. Sure, there were things about it that were frustrating, but that is par for the course. In my inner dialogue, the loud voice of fear shamed me for considering something as selfish and impractical as a heartfelt choice.
I began to spin out mentally. I knew what I had to do, but I was bewildered as the inner brawl between heart and fear played out in my Self. I felt paralyzed and restless at the same time. The rapid-firing fear was a desperate attempt to distract my heart from following the signs and making an imaginative choice. I was terrified to leave the comfort of a regular gig for an unknown world of independence, even though I knew that it was the right thing. Deep down, I was not only afraid of pursuing a new path but even of leaving behind the comfort of my own fear MO, the place where I go naturally……..I tortured myself for 6 months. I was nearing the edge, afraid to jump.
It seemed as though the closer I got to jumping off and following my heart, the louder the fear spoke in me, with more intensity and determination. Like a junkie, my fear-addicted brain panicked at the thought of being abandoned for the warmth and comfort of a heartfelt choice.
After chatting about my conundrum with a good friend, she said in a very matter of fact way ‘It is time for you to move forward without fear.’ Clear and simple………I remembered past advice from yet another friend, who once called the Fear-based radio station which plays in the forefront of our brains and background of our lives ‘K-Fuckd.’ She had read about it in a book. She found that by calling it this name, it became easier to metaphorically change the station. I carried these bits of advice and metaphors under my wings, moving even closer to the edge.
Several weeks ago, I met a woman who seemingly moved through life without the voice of fear to cloud her connection with her own heart, a woman who manifested her own visions with confidence, humility, and grace, creating a vibrant life of connection and purpose. That I though, is how I want to live. What a relief to follow the heart without fear.
Then, I talked to my mother. She listened, nodded, didn’t try and talk sense into me. She told me she believed in me to make the right choice. I silently vowed to remember this and show the same grace for my daughters when they stood on the edge in life.
The next day, I jumped. I quit my job. I vowed to myself to turn off K-Fuckd every time it started rambling in my head. I vowed to move forward with confidence. Say yes, give back, share with others, make connections, and accept abundance. I vowed to thank my friends and my mom for their words of affirmation. I vowed to stick with my heart through ups and downs, be more kind to myself, and to turn off K-Fuckd, or at least keep the volume turned way down.
Letting go of fear is scary. Fear is VERY assertive and sometimes feels like all we have to hang our hats on. Meanwhile, our hearts are speaking, too, trying to bust through the fog of fear. We can choose to listen, or we can choose to beat ourselves up for entertaining the selfish idea that it is appropriate to listen to our hearts. It can take major overhauling, un-conditioning, self-soothing, and rebuilding to allow ourselves to open that gift……the listening to our hearts gift.
Moral of this story: When you are stuck in life, with all signs pointing to ‘jump’ and all that holds you back is the voice of fear…….. breathe deeply, walk sure-footedly to the edge, jump, and let your heart carry you.
To get the look, first i sprayed her dry hair with Masterbraider, then I braided her hair in cornrows. Once I reached the base of her hairline, I took a long piece of wire and began braiding it into the free-hanging braid.
To do this, you will need to bend the wire in half, and then flip it upside down and hold it by the ‘v’ where it bends, so the ends are hanging. Hold the ‘v’ against your 3 braid sections, taking one end of the wire into one section, and the other wire end into another section of the braid. Continue braiding as you would, incorporating your wire into your braid. When you reach the ends of the braid, use a clear elastic to secure it.
You can do this on as little as 6 free braids or corn-rowed braids on one head of hair to be able to get the effects of the wire. Larger braids won’s be effected by the wire.
Once your braids are in, apply gentle heat by sitting in the sun. You can wear your braids as long as you like, knowing that when you take them down, you will have an awesome crimped hairstyle to rock. 2 for 1!
When you are ready, take your braids out, slide the wire out, shake your hair out, and rock it. Your wires will look insane when you take them out. Put them aside to use in an art piece later on in life.
Hey babes. Hope everyone is having a great day…….Today, I want to share with you all the phenomenal beauty of kiss curls, also called spit-curls (I personally call them spit-curls.)
My first experience with them was in the back of the school bus in the 6th grade. I had just started a new school, and I was terrified and shy. One of the older girls on the bus was named Alateena and she was big and black and beautilful and always had amazing hair that I marveled at. She didn’t appear to know or care that I existed.
One day, to my dismay, Alateena yelled out “Hey white girl! Let me do your hair!” and I scanned the scene to see who she was talking to. I realized she was talking to me. I felt like a million bucks.
So when the bus driver wasn’t looking, I slid into the seat next to her. She pulled out a comb and a giant tub of Blue Magic Hair Dress and spit-curled the shit out of my hair. This began our morning bus ride hair tradition, which lasted several months, until she got bored of me. I will never forget her long nails, the sticky-stiff feeling of those little flat curls stuck to my head, and the smell of that hair grease.
When I saw that spit curls/kiss curls had made their debut on the runways of Givenchy Fall/Winter for 2015, I knew it was time to help usher in their comeback.
Instead of Blue Magic, I opted for a natural alternative, and I tried doing spit curls with straight up Organic Aloe Vera Gel, and had perfect results.
It is particularly important to use a gel that won’t irritate your skin or clog pores, because you will be applying it directly to your skin when you stick your spit curls/kiss curls to your face. This is another reason why the Aloe Vera gel is a fantastic alternative. If your hair is very course or curly and you need a stronger gel, try making a Flax Seed Hair Gel, following this recipe.
How to do Spit Curls/ Kiss Curls
Get your gel and a fine toothed comb. If you can find a disposable mascara wand, they are nice to work with too…….but not a necessity.
Either on yourself or your model, section out small bits of hair around your hairline, where you want your curls to be. If you are someone with alot of baby hairs around your hairline, consider yourself lucky……These curls are a PERFECT way to style and control baby hairs.
Now before we begin, the trick to good spit curls is to find the perfect balance of slick and sticky in your hair to be able to work with these curls. If you are having trouble guiding the curls or sticking them against your face, add more gel. If they are too sticky and keep pulling, add more water.
1. Spray down your baby edge hairs so that they are VERY dripping wet. Get a nice finger-scoop of gel and apply it directly into your roots. Work it down your wet hair bits, all the way to the ends. Now the fine teeth of your comb, or your wand, comb the hairs against your face to stick them down and to remove any tangles that could stop you up.
2. Making sure your hair is stuck to your head at the roots, use your comb or wand to bring all the hairs sharply in one direction, stuck against your head. This is wave #1.
3. Use a finger to help secure the curl against the head at the base, while using a finger from the other hand to pull wave #2 into place, against the head.
4. While holding #2 in place with a finger, use your wand or comb to move wave #3 into place against the head.
5. Use your fingers to make sure that #3 is securely stuck to the head. Guide your waves around the brow/ear/ or cheekbone, depending on what area of the face you are working on. You get to put them wherever you want them.
5. Continue working in this way, back and forth making waves down the length of the hair. When you get to the ends, use your finger tips to guide them into a nice little curl. This takes patience and a soft touch, but I KNOW you can do it:)
7. Start your next curl, wherever you want it.
8. Add as many curls as you want, spraying the hair more with water as needed to keep it slick and workable. Curl your ends, then let your curls dry into place. They should stay all day, as long as you don’t mess with them.
May we suggest finishing off a beehive, finger waves, or any other fancy hairstyle where your baby hairs or hairline is exposed with some spit curls/kiss curls? They look SO CUTE in that little corner right in front of your ears, especially if you are one of those people who feels too exposed or stark with your hair all pulled back. It adds total detail and cute vintage femininity to ANY hairstyle.
Add them to a set of Cornrows for a modern/classy hip hop vibe.
Or, give your dude some and make him feel extra beautiful.