Mother’s Day Life Musings

FYI: This is a pregnant ramble and it may be filled with dis-jointed half thoughts but thats where I’m at so please forgive me:)

Happy Mother’s Day, from the depths of me.

Motherhood is not easy. I think all mothers would agree, especially the great mother that is the planet earth. I am sitting at my computer, drinking tea while my kids jump on the trampoline outside my window. Underneath the trampoline live our 13 chickens who are learning to lay eggs. I can only imagine how they must feel when kids jump right above their heads. Maybe like most of us moms who carry with them the constant feeling that the balance and harmony of life rests on them and their own skills in love, patience, compassion, damage control, management skills and blind hope and faith that we all make it out alive.

Of course, there is so much more to motherhood than that, but in this moment, as I sit writing at 9 months pregnant, knowing that just standing up out of my chair could throw my back out and send my entire life into chaos, these are my thoughts.

Needless to say, I have mad appreciation for all the mamas, and I hope all of you reading today are being honored in a big way, first and foremost by your own selves.

This past year I have thought a lot about the gifts given to me by my mother and grandmother. I don’t mean physical gifts, I mean gifts of life and perspective and habit and point of view that have been passed down to me, either consciously or unconsciously or cellularly for that matter, for better or for worse. The gifts we can’t easily shake or give back, whether we want to or not, as well as the gifts we are so grateful to pass on to the next generation.

Before I start to list the gifts that I appreciate I want to take a minute to acknowledge that we all have unwanted gifts that we carry from our mothers and grandmothers. Some of us may call this ‘baggage’ but I kind of like ‘gifts’ because they truly can be such an opportunity for growth and compassion and freeing and empowering ourselves when we can begin to dig in and try to better understand them. These gifts often have to do with boundaries, money/abundance, trust, our bodies, our sexuality, our confidence and our voice. I wish for all of us the bravery and strength to look at these unwanted gifts and strive to learn how to let go of them with love without carrying them into the next gen. These gifts are not really ours in the first place.

It has felt important this past year to capture my grandmothers gifts and words and stories in time, in tangible, for my own children. I bought a journal, and every few pages, I wrote a question or writing prompt to my grandmother. Everything from life philosophy to favorite recipe to medicine, flowers, ways to pass the time, tips for motherhood and stories about her own mother. I filled up the journal with these q’s and prompts, then wrote an apologetic letter to her both pleading for her words and apologizing for the inconvenience of asking so much of her. I sent it to her in the mail…..I sent chocolate too, to sweeten the deal. I crossed my fingers but held no expectations. 

2 weeks ago, she sent it back, filled with words and stories. It is hard to describe the feeling of holding it in my hands. I want to share some highlights, without getting too personal or going into too much depth.

In the spirit of Mother’s day, I want to share some wisdom from my grandmother.

Grandma Wisdom

Grandma has always understood the whole ‘you take care of you’ thing and I think it is half of the keys to her happiness in life. She never depended on or expected anyone else to take care of her, she just considered it an added bonus if they did without resentment if they didn’t. Can you imaging not ever feeling resentful of the people you love for not taking care of you the way you wish they would? To me this sounds like the ultimate freedom.  

Grandma is a shell-collecter and a flower grower, which has taught her to find beauty in the mundane, always seeking and noticing goodness in unexpected places. 

Grandma loves her brother Jack, and thanks him for passing to her a love of sports and a competitive edge for cards, both things that have brought her lots of joy in life.

Grandma believes that service is a must. Giving back to the communities that we live in by showing up and taking part is the responsibility of all, even if that means 

Grandma understands that this world is full of nice people, but that we don’t have to like everyone. Kindness is key, niceness doesn’t amount to much. Judging people is not a great thing to do, but we are all human and we certainly shouldn’t be too hard on our own selves. 

Grandma loves a forage. She is an avid fisherwoman, clam digger and mushroom gatherer. 

Empowered Birth

Grandma taught me that giving birth is every woman’s right to do however she pleases. She taught me this by choosing to birth her children consciously in a time when women were given Twilight Sleep, a heavy narcotic which made them unconscious and then left them with amnesia. This was the norm in the early 1950’s, and women were strapped down to their beds to birth their babies as their minds slept and their bodies writhed. 

Grandma wasn’t into it. She didn’t like the sound of it. She didn’t trust it, and more than that, she trusted her own self to give birth without it so she convinced her young male doctor to support her with her choice, and as an experiment, he obliged her and embarked on his first experience helping a women give birth while conscious. 

She gave birth alone 3 times to 3 healthy babies. I don’t know if she will ever understand the positive implications of her conscious choice in birthing on the future generations of her family. This has been a gift that keeps giving, and a gift I am really glad to pass to my own daughters. Thanks Grandma Suzi.

Friends, I am going to ramble on. This might not interest anyone but I have to share some bits and pieces from my 2 births and a little bit about this pregnancy. It sort of feels like a Mother’s Day gift to myself to get this off my chest, and my hope is that someone at least gets a laugh out of it or some entertainment or maybe a little bit of wisdom.

My Births

Marleys birth was so long. Labor started slow and intense and went on for a full day and night and half another day before it really hit hard. I was young and exhausted in a new place with really no one I knew very well, having just moved away from my family and friends to a little town in Arkansas. I was surrounded by kindly strangers who I trusted because it was in my nature to trust kindness. 

As I labored I cursed my mother for not preparing me with the reality of the pain and exhaustion of natural childbirth. She had told me that she fell asleep between contractions and visualized wild geese flying in a silent night sky. She had made it sound peaceful and beautiful. 

In my head, it was chaos and noise and fear, and in my body, indescribable pain and resistance. Here are the 4 things I remember best about her birth:

I recall my mother-in-law and her best friends faces smoothed together as they peered into the front window of the living room watching me as I pushed and pushed.

I remember my neighbor Ron walking into my living room with a lit cigarette asking if the party had started yet, and my midwife telling him to get out. He later died from getting drunk and walking off a cliff…..I think he had a dangerous knack for poor timing and alcoholism.

I remember the electricity that flowed out of Marley’s hands when she put them on me for the first time, after she was out. She literally shocked me with her energetic vibe. She came out red faced and yelling, looking just like her grandpa when he played angry protest songs on his banjo. Literally. I couldn’t believe it.

I recall my mother-in-law whispering ‘Toby Died’ into my ear as I held Mars for the first time. My beloved cat had run into the street and been hit  by a car as I pushed Marley out of my body with a heave and a yell. Twas a mind-fuck. 

Selah’s birth was quicker. I knew it was gonna be that day when I woke up in the morning. I sewed some leather fringe onto a purse, a project i’d been putting off for months. I started soup on the stove. My contractions started, and I labored on my knees on the living room floor for a few hours. I wanted no one to touch me or talk to me. After 2 hours of feeling really helpless, Jonny slipped gel knee pads under my bruised knees and gave me the relief I never knew I needed. He has always been really good about those sorts of things. Just when I think I can do it all on my own, he is there to help me in the ways I didn’t know I needed. 

I started feeling like I was going to throw up, and he helped me into our tiny guest bathroom, which was the smallest most cave-like place in our house. I closed the door and felt safe for a minute. I puked many times, which reminded me that it was time to start pushing the baby out. 

This may be TMI but if you have given birth maybe you can relate……..Pushing a baby out is like puking but out a different way. Involuntary and unavoidable. 

Jonny helped me into the birth pool which was set up in our guest bedroom, and I pushed her out in about 25 minutes of pushing.

I noticed her hands too, which were as calm and grounding as Marley’s were electric. My midwife reminded me that I had to push out a placenta and I remember the boiling anger and insult I felt at knowing my job wasn’t over yet. I cursed my placenta. Birth is full of many feelings. 

Intentions for this next Birth

After both births, I was up and busying myself with life and chores and work much too soon, something that I paid for in months of exhaustion and anxiety.

I hope to do things differently this time around. I have no real expectations for how the birth itself will go, although I have a feeling it may be fast. I hope to be surrounded by flowers because they bring me peace and happiness.

I will not be afraid of my own noises this time, because I understand the importance of letting go of all the inhibitions and roaring like a bear when it is needed.

I am much more prepared for after-birth self-care…….Teas, herb bathes, tinctures, lasagnas in the freezer, kombuchas and krauts to help me heal and digest, and a strong intention to take my time to heal and not push myself too hard. I will be better at asking for help when I need it.

Pregnancy is the Weirdest

It never stops being a totally paranormal experience, getting weirder and weirder towards the end. I have given over my body to a new being that I have not yet met. I can see it move, and feel it’s toenails scraping inside me. It craves things, and then so do it, through it.

Here is a list of things I really want to eat so much it hurts. But I can’t because it would be insane to.

City snow. Like the kind that is filled with care exhaust particulates and dirt. Not like clean alpine snow. I want to eat it so much it makes me want to cry out there is none around. 

The entire earth and everything that grows from it and lives inside it. Mostly flowers. I have achieved this by actually just eating flowers shamelessly, right out of the ground, and also steeped into tea. My favorites, arugula flowers fresh and comfrey flowers steeped. 

New Car Smell. Please let there be a way to make it possible to eat this smell. 

Rocks and stones. Minerals, Clay. Dust. Sand. 

( I am yelling at my kids right now because I want them to stop talking to me and do their damn chores.)

I really love them but sometimes I just can’t.

Harsh household cleaning products and chlorine. Pool water. That fake citrus cleaner smell. Lysol. I can’t even describe how much I want to drink these things. It makes me emotional just thinking about it.

I feel like such a freak and I’m embracing that. I own it. I can’t finish a thought. I am living in between worlds. I think about a person and they call. I dream about a person and they show up in my life the next day. I ask the universe for what I want and it comes to me in a strange and unexpected literal form.

I toss and turn and moan like an old man.

I talk to geese when I see them, and I know with certainty that I was one in a past life.

I feel like I’m on acid. Pregnancy is the weirdest. This post was totally all about me and I kind of wanted it to be about loving the mother earth because she is the one mama that always provides and forgives. She is my muse, as are all the mamas. I love all you mamas out there. Happy Mother’s Day.

Here is a beautiful hairstyle for Mother’s Day.







Summer Color/Texture/Form: Hair as Art

Hi babes. It’s officially Summer, which for us means more lazy days of letting our imaginations run wild, spending time outside, enjoying the bounty of the Pacific Northwest flora and fauna, and playing with color via drawing, painting, and hair color.

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I have been exploring the collaboration of color, texture and form in hair designing and it has led me to more of an art-form and less of a practical skill……..This week, inspired by the book Fruits  by Shiochi Aoki,  a lifetime favorite of my daughter Marley, her hair got to a next level of cool.

Just so you all know, when I do her hair, I use no chemicals and only vegan color. She is as much a part of the process of conceptualizing her own color. The process of doing her hair is often the most time I get her to sit still and hang out with me, which is sort of self serving, but I think she appreciates the one on one attention:)

However, when it comes to the braiding and styling, I have to bribe and beg her to let me do it. It often leads to compromise, and sometimes to a drag out fight where I say things like (and I know better) “I MADE YOU! You are my greatest creation!!!!!! This is the last braid I PROMISE!!!!!!! Please! Just one more. Please!”

And she says “Mom you don’t understand how much I can’t stand it when you make me sit still. This is SO not FAIR!!!!”

I assure you that I do make up for the hair braiding abuse by showing our daughters a pretty charmed, lovely (though realistic and grounded) life. #momtruth

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Enjoy the Hair Art, and I hope you all are loving this Summer.


xo, HTHG


Tribe de Mama Sacred Self Care Brushing Ritual

7U6A7353Hello mamas! This post is for all of us who are mothers to children, pets, and/or ourselves. Even papas can be mamas, so this is for you too.

This year has been all about healing through re-connection. Coming out of the dark and into the light. Keeping our shadows close as we walk in the sun, honoring all sides of ourselves and loving the parts of us that we keep hidden and beginning to let those parts out of hiding. Remembering that our path can only be navigated with true clarity when dark and light are both at work.

Self-Care during transitional times in life becomes more important as we grow older and experience bigger life changes. We begin to understand the importance of staying present, and trusting ourselves. We learn to stop abusing ourselves with critical words aimed at our own hearts, and learn to love and accept ourselves as a mother should, whether we had a loving mother or not.

We start to gravitate towards the people and the experiences that allow us to express and accept love, and we find the tools that help us invoke and manifest that love. We learn that mindfulness, meditation, ritual, and ceremony are one and the same, and can be infused into even the smallest tasks in life.

7U6A7383Prayer is the same as manifestation, and to experience it’s potency we can use equal parts gratitude, hope, love and imagination. To access these 4 celestial commodities, we begin by cultivating a deeper connection to everything and everyone around us, including ourselves.

We learn that by offering, we receive. And all paths lead back to the source, the mama, the mother in all of us that loves us into being and teaches us to care for ourselves. Sacred self-care, radical self love.

As mamas, let’s love ourselves first.


Hair Brushing Ritual


Here is my favorite ritual for self-care. You can do it on your own, or with your children or a friend.

You just need a HAIRBRUSH, and your FAVORITE ESSENTIAL OIL, and a quiet 5 minutes.

By cultivating this practice, allow the healing and eye-opening power of Sacred Self-Care to seep into your life, one brush stroke at a time.

  • Find a quiet, peaceful place
  • Sit down, take a deep breath. Breathe for a minute, inhaling fresh, cleansing breaths, and exhaling stagnancy. Breath in the new and out the old.
  • Set an intention for your brushing session…..What do you want to manifest into your life? And what are you ready to let go of?
  • Apply your favorite essential oil or Crown Chakra Oil to your fingertips….Just a few drops. Breath in the scent and let it envelop you for the moment. Spend a few moments massaging it into your scalp, beginning with the temples and working towards the top and back of the head.
  • 7U6A7288Begin to brush your hair, first gently de-tangling the ends, then working your way through to the scalp. Close your eyes, and breath.
  • Hold you body in alignment. Sit bones tucked under, pelvis tilted ever-so-slightly forwards, shoulders open, head resting softly on your neck. Strength without tightness in your core. Keep breathing.
  • As you brush, imagine what you are letting go of. Begin by brushing any negative feelings that you have felt or that have been imposed on you regarding your hair. Brush out anyone who ever told you that you didn’t have good hair. Brush out anyone who ever made you feel like you weren’t good enough in general. Brush out criticism that you impose on yourself throughout the day. As you hair softens with each brush stroke, the tone with which you speak to your own self softens.

7U6A7501 (1)We are also mothers to ourselves, let’s not forget how important it is to care for ourselves and speak to ourselves with love. Loving words and nurturing care build healthy children, bountiful gardens, and centered, strong mamas.

  • Brush out old energy, old habits, negativity, restlessnessBe here for the moment, enjoying this beautiful demonstration of self care on our sacred crowns, and our sixth sense, our hair barometer to the world around us.
  • Brush your hair from all directions, Inviting with gratitude in through your crown the winds of change and rebirth, the fresh air of the East, the sensuous, emotional and creative waters of the West, where the sun sets with anything we are ready to put to rest, the fires of the South that ignite our passion for life, and the earth element of the North which grounds us, roots growing through the ground so that we may safely explore the cosmos without loosing our footing.
  • Flip your head upside down and let your blood flow to your scalp, bringing vitality and circulation. Brush your hair upside down and imagine your cells dividing faster with the friction of the brush and the blood flowing to your hair follicles. New Growth, New Life.
  • Now sit upright again, hair big and wild. Eyes closed. Brush resting on your lap. Keep breathing. Wait a moment and stay present with all of the feelings and sensations of your body.
  • Invite your mind to be still and quiet as you focus your energy on your breath and the sensations of your physical body.
  • Open your eyes. Pick up your brush, and begin to remove the hairs from it, pulling out as many as you can all at once, thanking your brush, your sacred self care tool, for helping you channel this invocation. All these hairs that you have removed represent everything you brushed out of your hair, physically, emotionally and spiritually. Offer them to the ground, (garden?) or to the fire (burn them) , or to the water (river?)  or to the air (feed them to the breeze) Say goodbye to them and open yourself to new growth, to the manifestations of your visions and hard work, and to love.

*This ritual is especially potent on the Full Moon and the New Moon.

7U6A7557Please visit Tribe de Mama for more musings on Mama Life, and visit the Tribe de Mama Instagram for our Free Your Hair Brush/ TDM special promo-code for a discount on your beautiful hand finished, mixed-bristle hairbrush. #freeyourhairbrush

Thank you to the Mama featured in this post, Marriah Berquist, and her magical daughters baby Ocean and big sis Pilot (Queen of DIY haircuts.)

xo, HTHG

Honoring our Daughters with Braids

IMG_7527Hello hair friends and sisters:)

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.

IMG_7417Being 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.

IMG_7447Which 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.

IMG_7512As 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!

IMG_7503What 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.

xoxo, HTHG


Mother’s Day Hair Transformation

72666AE2-E646-4036-8EA1-E838BE7721A2Life is full of transformative changes, and our hair has been used as an emblem for life change for thousands of years, and across all world cultures. This is powerful. Today, with access to chemistry and knowledge of color theory, we have so many options for transforming our hair and marking our paths of change. This story is for all the Mamas out there, and it is my offering for Mother’s Day, because I want to honor the transformations that we go through as mothers.

I want to start by summerizing the transformation of a caterpillar to a butterfly, because it is beautifully stunning.

Screen Shot 2016-04-27 at 1.48.07 PMA close lady friend recently pointed out to me when caterpillars become butterflies, they don’t evolve from one form directly into the next as a fetus becomes a baby. Nope. Catepillars enter their crysalis (Their preparatory pod of of transition ) and then they digest themselves and turn into catepillar soup. Then, somehow, the cells that are spared in digestion organize themselves to create all of the magnificent parts needed to grow a butterfly from scratch. What the fuck. Nature Wins Forever. I am just floored by this.

B1A1BF9B-E47A-4CCD-8171-DEF8BDEFC235What a beautiful way to embody a transition in life. This fact about butterflies was the inspiration for my sister’s hair transformation.

how would you feel about me doing something wild with my hair?

My sister Brook asked her new boss this. She had just started a new job as a science babe in an HIV research lab, turned 35, had a baby, moved to a new city with her husband, defended her thesis, and tried out for lead singer in an all girl punk rock band. It was time to celebrate some major life transformations with new hair.

Her boss answered……

Regarding work, my philosophy is that appearances have nothing to do with what kind of scientist you are, so your appearance is your choice. On a personal level, I would love it if you did something wild with your hair – I think it is nice when people feel comfortable with personal expression. And on an ethical level, I think we should all find our own ways to encourage our colleagues and the world in general to be more tolerant, and not afraid of people who don’t look like them. Especially these days. So go for it!  It will be fun to see what you and your sister come up with 🙂

This, we took as a green light.

PicMonkey CollageWe both new It was time for butterfly hair, to honor the recent transitions in her life and help her start anew. I spent a few days thinking about what to do with her hair (she gave me full artistic license to design, bless her.) Then, the day came to transform.

Please feel free to not read through the entire description of how her hair was done, it is quite technical, hairdresser talk and you may or may not be interested. You may also just look at the pictures if it suits you. If you want to learn how to do this hair, please read on:)

Brook’s Butterfly Hair

Here is what we did to create her cut and color……First, a major chop. I had been obsessing over the idea of shaggy bowl cuts, and decided that it would be the perfect hair move for Brook. She was game for anything. I basically did a center part on her dry hair, then pulled everything straight forwards to a stationary design line that ran parallel with the tip of her nose. In two chops with my shears, she had a rough bowl cut, and was ready to bleach.

I bleached her virgin hair with 30v developer and Olaplex.

Then, touched up that shaggy bowl cut, by working through her hair in diagonal sections, beginning at the hairline, pulling the hair forwards to that same original design line, and cleaning up the line. The haircut honestly barely needed any work.

*Cheaters guide*

If you want to DIY this haircut, do a center part, brush your hair all straight forwards, even hang your head forwards to make it easier. Gather all of the hair and brush it neatly into a ponytail that gathers at the tip of your nose. Pointcut that ponytail right off. Let the hair down and check out your gorgeous kitchen shag.

IMG_5312 I began by mixing her colors. I knew I wanted the shades to match her eye color, so I took a picture of her eyeball, then saturated it a bit and used it as a guide for mixing. I also knew I wanted a pop of pink. IMG_5053IMG_5054

Then, I began by sectioning of a circle on the top of her head, which would fall down over the top of that shag, radially. I wrapped it into a tight bun and clipped it off, to keep it out of the way. Then, I carefully painted her roots with the deeper teal color. C3B7C507-F75C-4CC8-A32C-42BBA4863565

Once I had applied the teal to her roots, I carefully applied it to the roots of her circle section, and then re-clipped it off. brook

Then, I applied the lighter teal to the rest of her hair, (excluding her circle section) and I also left out the ends of the hair around her face, wanting to incorporate some yellow into them.

Now, the fun part was coloring that top circle section, using the ColorPrint Technique!

I knew I wanted color to encircle her hair in a way that would really make her bowl cut pop, because when color is designed around a haircut, It takes the hair to a whole new level.CD446D4D-E3A3-4B0B-92C9-71753A764C9E

Here is what I did………..I made a half inch deep sub section, straight across the top circle section. I combed the hair from the subsection straight forwards, onto a piece of foil. Then, I taped it off, straight across above her ends, leaving about 2-3 inches of ends exposed. I made sure that the tape was securely sealed on top of the hair.

Then, with pink and a small art brush, I lined either side of the tape, creating 2 pink lines through the hair which would outline the resist image of the tape. AB737325-7A9A-40F0-B6F4-9D811A577FB4

Then, I gently feathered the top pink line upwards, and the bottom pink line downwards, so that they would gently melt into the next colors.

With separate art brushes, I applied the lighter teal between the roots and the upper feathered pink, and I appllied the yellow to from the ends of the hair, feathering upwards to the pink. ( ends first, so as not to bleed too much pink downwards.)

Once this sub-section was colored, I made a second sub section behind the first, a half inch deep, and pulled it down and laid it directly on the first colored subsection. I repeated the steps, taping off the hair right over the first tape (layering tape/hair/tape/hair.) and then applying color in the same way. I knew that by bringing all the hair from this top circular section back to our original design line, and coloring it in the exact same manner all through the entire top section, we would end up with a circle around the head, when the hair falls naturally.

I worked my way through that entire top section, making half inch deep sub-sections, layering them, taping and coloring them one on top of the next. This, my dears, is hairdresser magic :).

Once all the color was applied, she sat for 20 minutes. Then I rinsed her with cool water, top section first, tape still on. I rinsed with medium water pressure, leaving the tape attached until all the excess color had been rinsed from the section. ( This helps keep the resist image clear and crisp!)

Once top section was rinsed, I rinsed everything all together, until the water ran clear and her hair felt clean of product.66C9442D-85B3-447A-9A8C-CF59F5C0C61D

Then, I rough dried her, and showed her herself in the mirror. There is just nothing like that moment of embodying the transformation. Butterfly wings sprouted from her back and she fluttered home, stopping to smell every flower along the way.

DC87D44E-1655-4858-9E70-072AB839F489FF46561A-8DF4-4801-9CD5-08BE21939B1DWhen she got home, her 2 year old son wouldn’t look at her, at first. Then, a little while later, he took her face in his hands and smiled and told her she was beautiful.

Happy Mothers Day!

As an extra token of my love today for mamas far and wide, head over to HTHG Instagram and enter our Free Your Hair Brush Giveaway.

xoxox, HTHG



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