Why You Should Change Your Hair Style

Your hair is the crown you never take off, the best accessory you wear everyday, the epicenter of your external beauty people notice.

We change our clothes everyday. We adjust the style we wear with the event we are attending, if it’s a Netflix & Chill kind of day or if it’s a take on the town with the girls kind of night.

We don’t eat boiled chicken everyday. If we want spice, we order tacos (and margaritas.) If we want sweet, heck yes, we order cheesecake smothered in chocolate or berries or both.

When we are in a hair funk and feeling less than glorious with our mop, what should we do? CHANGE!

Hair was never meant to be static. Hair is hair that can be an array of colors, molded into numerous styles, and cut into sculptural masterpieces.

Investigate why and how your hair exudes beauty. How do you feel? Who even are you?

Change is good.

How many times have you changed your hair? Me? God, more times than I can count. I have been literally every color under the sun. I have had long, get stuck in my armpit hair and I have had pixie, shave the back of my head hair. I’ve styled it vintage, boho, rocker, & lazy. I mean I am a hairstylist so I may be bias. But, I love change.

According to a U.K. Study, a woman can change their hairstyle up to 104 times. Shit, even I am slacking (maybe). The study also found that women change their hair color at the very least 3 times and their cut on average twice a year.

But why do we have the burning desire to change our hair? And so often.

The ideal answer would be that we change to discover are uniquely true beautiful self. We finally find that perfect color, stunning length, and adorable style that accentuates all our best assets. I mean that’s the dream right? But when you find it, do you keep it forever and ever and never let it go?

Eh.

You change. Your life changes. Your body, face, & look change. And your hair follows foot. What was perfect then isn’t now. Hence why some of us change it a buttload of times. That edgy haircut your 18 year old rebel self may not be perfect for your now blank age we won’t discuss. The long, luxurious locks may be too difficult to tame with your now busy lifestyle.

Who you were yesterday is not who you are today. Who you are today will not be who you are tomorrow. So embrace change baby.

Word of caution though. Emotional changes need to be carefully thought out. Don’t go wacking off your locks because the d-bag broke up with you. Don’t go turning your platinum to black because you lost your job, your dog died, or your last friend had a baby and your about to be the old lady in the shoe with umpteen cats. Stop. Breathe. Think about it first. Don’t be going jumping out this hairstyle change plane without a parachute. Lucky for you, if you got a fantastic hairstylist, she’s flying tandem with you.

Life isn’t easy. (If you read my blogs, your probably like yea this poor girl got it real good this year.)

We all encounter conflicts, trials, & devastations. Sometimes, life just falls flat.

All those shitty, life-sucking events can drain out confidence. Once that pond is dried up, you kind of want to curl up with one of those umpteen cats with a pint (maybe 2) of Ben & Jerry’s, and go on strike from the adult world.

I get it.

We need a swift kick in the ass from the confidence boot. What better way than to book an appointment at a decadent salon (preferably mine… cough cough… Live Salon) and pamper your damn self. It is almost impossible to not walk out of there doing hair flips and feeling yourself.

Not only will you and your hair feel banging but you will more than likely receive a bazillion compliments from friends, family, and the lady behind you at Walmart.

A new ‘do can completely transform your image. Sometimes we just need to shed our skin and develop new. We change our jobs, we move, we redecorate our homes, we wear heels and we wear sneaks. Who wants to wear the same hairstyle we wore in our 4th grade pictures for the rest of our life? I sure as hell don’t. (Those pictures are hidden forever.)

“A women who changes her hair is about to change her life.” -Coco Chanel

Well said, Coco.

There are times we want to look sophisticated, sexy, professional, edgy, or gym-like. We wouldn’t go to an interview for a Fortune 500 company with a pink Mohawk nor would we go on a date with a hot man with a headband and sweaty bun. We transform when times call.

Needless to say, a new haircut is cheaper than redoing your kitchen or continuing to have that new car smell.

It is cheaper than botox. A new color or cut or even a minor style change can cut years off your looks.

Just because you are 60 does not mean you need to lop off your locks and go au naturel. That’s BS. Seeing an experienced stylist that can offer you advice on what would bring out the spring chicken in you would be a wise decision.

Life changing.

No seriously, a new ‘do can be life changing. Don’t laugh. It’s true.

At times we use our hair as our security blanket or body armor. We cling to it even when it doesn’t suit our truest self because it’s all we know. We don’t eat tomatoes because our parents hated tomatoes, but tomatoes are flipping delicious vegetables or fruits or whatever they are calling themselves these days.

Our attitude, personality, and inner beauty are all inextricably connected to our external style and ultimately our hair. Think of how badass, beautiful, and chatty you feel when you leave the salon and your appointment landed on your work’s holiday party compared to slinking into Walmart when you ran out of tampons in your jammies hoping you see like zero people you know.

I’ve seen grander stories happen- the shy girl who hid behind bangs and glasses suddenly walk around like her shit don’t stank because she went all platinum blonde ombré with her bad self or the 60 year old cancer survivor who wore ball caps and pony tails to cover the grey and thinness look in the mirror crying with her new brunette pixie not believing that she could look so beautiful again.

It happened. I saw it. And a simple hairstyle change can move mountains for you too.

How could you not want to wrestle in your own confidence, passion, or badassery? Do you not want to feel sexy, powerful, or perfectly feminine? To receive that unbelievable energy from a new hairstyle you have been dying to try is exhilarating.

Change your hair. Change you. Change the world.

Happy Transforming!

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I’m a Girl Boss, Baby


Holy crap! I opened my own salon. Yup, I am now a girl boss, a female entrepreneur, in charge of her own destiny. 

Scary, yet thrilling shit. 

Most people plan businesses for years. Nope, not me. Left my last job, sulked and panicked for about a month, signed a lease, and a month and half later the doors of the salon opened. 

Crazy. I think so. 

Boy, have I learned a lot. I’ve learned the difference between a sole proprietorship and a LLC, that there is a thing called Business Privledge Tax, that it helps to know people, and shit ain’t cheap. I thank god everyday for Google. There were a ton of sleepless nights and busy fingers searching the wide interweb for literally every bit of information I would need- tax write-offs, salon furniture, Pinterest binging. 

Even wine wouldn’t calm me. 

Honestly though, through the chaos what I learned the most is one, I am one tough cookie, and two, I have the best god damn support system a girl could ask for. 


Without risk, there is no success. Why? Because you didn’t try. I sometimes sit in my salon at the end of the night at like 10 pm (probably with a glass of wine) and I look around and think- I really did this. And I did this in a month and a half. If I could high five myself I would. (But I have really big windows and somebody would think I was crazy.)

But no seriously, I did this. If I did it, so can you. Us women, sure we are crazy- Crazy awesome. Crazy strong, crazy stubborn, determined, independent, but we are some bad ass bitches. 


It took something horrible to happen to me to light a fire under my toosh. But now, I am so thankful. It was a blessing in disguise. I see that now.

I am a girl boss. (For crying out loud, my last name is Bossi.) 

I’m still scared but I am okay with that. If I wasn’t I wouldn’t push myself. I wouldn’t fight for this every single day. 

It is important for me to succeed not just for me or my family but for every other future girl boss out there. For real though, if I can open a salon in a month an a half with very little money and almost zero cash flow, you can learn to fly a plane or knit or open up your own stinkin’ business. 

Celebrate your past, your mistakes, and your shortcomings. Rejoice in your success. The value is in what you learn along the way. And honey, you will learn you too are a bad ass girl boss! 

Happy Bossin’ like a Girl! 


My Wish for My Future

Starting this blog, I wanted to write to educate people on hair and makeup but the more my fingers moved across the screen the more and more I was inspired to write more about life. 

Unfortunately, I haven’t written lately and I do feel at a loss. See, this little thing in life loves to throw some curve balls at us. My life, it seems someone turned that automatic ball pitcher on over drive and pointed it directly at my face. 

I used another metaphor recently about my life. I feel like this hurricane came ripping through flooding and destroying and I am standing on a roof top desperately waiting for FEMA to rescue me. 

Recently, I have had a bit of a job change. Well, I guess you can call it a major job change. I went from being comfortable and successful where I was in an environment that I ate, slept, and shat the values to treading feverishly in uncharted territories. (Soon, I will write a blog further discussed such territories. Soon.) 

When you go through such a change, unexpected nonetheless. It’s fucking scary. You don’t know when to duck or swing the bat or you find yourself standing on the rooftop frantically waving rescue helipcopter tired, hungry, and dehydrated to no avail. It’s exhausting. 

But then I remember what I eventually began set out to do with this simple blog. And the quote at the beginning of this blog stated it all. 

“I aspire to be an empowered woman with vision and grace, soft-hearted but strong, self-aware and sure, respected for my mind, admired for my heart, and above all else, always honest, open, and raw.”

My definition of success is making a difference and have a successor, maybe not in the same business but someone who was inspired by me, who was empowered by me, who took life by the balls and reached their dreams faster than me. 

My wish for my future, no matter where I am or what I am doing, is to make a difference, to create beauty not just on another but in the world, to provide someone with a hand, a ear, or a shoulder to cry on. I want to inspire, empower, and to create something great, not just for me but for those directly surrounding me, my community, or the world. 

See, even when life throws you an accelerated curve ball or tries to drown you in a hurricane, you need to sit on your helmet, head butt those damn things, put on your floaters, and swim to your own safety. You are in control of you own life. I am in control of my own destiny. And your future and my future depends on ourselves. 

So I am asking you to write out your wish for your future and every day do something, even the smallest thing, that is going to take you closer to it. Everyday show gratitude. Thank The Universe, thank your mistakes, thank your successes, and thank every single person around you. 

You life is going to be amazing. You are going to make a difference. I AM GOING TO MAKE A DIFFERENCE. Believe in yourself. And when times are tough, toss your hair back, throw up your middle fingers, and exclaim- “I got this shit.”

My wish for my life is that you read this and you felt something. I always promised to be honest, open, and raw. Because of that, everything else will fall into place. 

Happy Wishing, Dreaming, Swimming, and Smacking Those Curveballs Out of the Park! 

Change & Show Gratitude 


Change is a scary fn thing. 

Needless to say, I have had a crap ton of change lately. Enough for a couple people’s worth.

 Mainly, my change in work. 

Don’t worry! I am still doing hair. 

When you work somewhere for over 5 years, you eat, sleep, & breathe that place. It becomes you. 

However, life likes to throw some curve balls at me. Too many of them and this one hit me plain in the face. 

Everyday it’s a struggle for me to say- Change is good. Everyday it’s painstaking to think- Everything happens for a reason. 

But let me tell you- I am blessed. 

I am blessed for my true supporters, my friends, my family. I am blessed I was given a gift to touch more than just hair. I am blessed to not only be given a creative mind but a good heart and damn good head on my shoulders. 

Even through this shitty part of life, I can still show gratitude. Gratitude towards those who have let me go. Gratitude to my clients, who are more friends and family than anything, who have stood by me. And gratitude to The Universe for giving me the strength to persevere.

For what you give, you will receive. 

Without this change, I wouldn’t believe in myself like I do now. I perhaps would have taken for granted the love my clients, friends, family, and The Universe have for me. I would have gotten comfortable and comfort stunts growth. 

So even though it’s a struggle and it’s painstaking- Change will the new adventure. Change will lead the way to bigger and better things. Change will bring out joy in the masses. 

I will be change and change will be good. 


So to my clients, my friends, and my family who are supporting me, thank you. Thank you for believing in me, loving me, and standing by me and my craft. Thank you for being patient and kind. Thank you for giving me the courage to go forth in my dreams. I am strong because you are strong with me. Thank you for taking this ride with me. I couldn’t do it alone. 

Change is just the beginning. 


Happy Living, Changing, & Forever Growing 

The Relationship With Your Stylist

For many people, men & women, the bond with a hair stylist is the most important “service” relationship of their lives. This relationship may stand the tests of time, lasting longer than friendships, jobs and even marriages.

You see them before (and after) big events & important times in your lives: weddings, new careers, births of babies, graduations, etc, etc. They see you through the bumps in the roads including break ups, funerals, losses of pets, and again, etc, etc. 

They become your closest friend without the ties. They see you at your worst and at your best. They make you feel better on the inside and out. You are in 100% infull contact with your hair stylist. 

The two main people you tell all your secrets to is your bar tender and hair dresser. 

As a hair dresser, I appreciate the fact that my clients open up to me, and I to them. It builds rapport and trust. 
With trust, my clients are not only able to be honest about their lives but also honest with what they want to achieve with their looks. 

What you feel on the inside will exude on the outside. I know that if my clients are having a bad day to spend a little extra time with the head massage and offer special styling at the end of the service. I don’t care if they are just going home to clean. They will clean up toys and do dishes looking like a super model. And guarenteed they feel even the smallest bit better on the inside.

With trust, my client’s expect me to give them my best professional opinion or ideas. They are then able to sit in my chair and actually relax. At home and work, they make all the decisions. Within the salon, they can be sure I will make the best decision for them and they will be comfortable with the results. 

It’s all about the experience. And excellence in service should be the way of life of a hairstylist. 


Love your clients as much as they love you. 

And women, find a stylist that you “connect” with. 

Happy being happy in and behind the chair! 

Reflections (A MUST READ, BREAK OUT THE TISSUES BLOG FROM A FELLOW BLOGGER) 


I had to share this with all of my readers, no the world. I am insanely proud to share this. 
A beautiful friend, coworker, and fellow blogger has written the most heartfelt blog. 

Reflections (From the SB Blog)
Now that you have wiped the tears and snot pouring from your nose, let’s make 2017 beautiful! Spread some love! Take care of you! Make the world a better place! Look at your reflection and say… DAMN! I got this! I rock! I kickass! And my life is beautiful! 

Happy 2017 My Lovelies! 


Thank You 2016 

This year, like so many before, has taught me a plethora of life lessons. I have always been so quick to dismiss the previous year with all its struggles and look towards the next with half-ass hope. 

This was one of the most difficult years in my life. Somewhere along the way I became lost. I started mourning the loss of the “good ol’ times” and began thinking, “What the hell! This isn’t how I imagined my life would be right now.” All of a sudden it was like I woke up and- poof! My marriage was hanging on by a single thread. My career, though lucrative, was now a constant grey area of new and unfamiliar responsibilities and struggles. My tribe of friends disappeared into the clouds of their own lives. And family issues, of course, had reared their ugly heads. 

In 2015, I got married. That whole year I lived in a drunken haze of happiness and support and attention of so many. I had my feet firmly planted in work and at home. Then in 2016, when the buzz wore off from the rainbows and butterflies, it was as if my life suddenly became a dark and gloomy cloud of blah. 

Somewhere in the middle of the year, I finally threw my arms up and screamed at The Universe, “I am getting help!” I said it with as much authority as a kid threatening to tell mom because, of course, mom would fix it. I believed “getting help” would be the mom coming to the rescue.  Little did I know then, that was the light peaking through the dark thunder clouds of my life. 

I started seeing a therapist. I’m sure that sounds cliché, typical in fact. But it was more than that. It was a declaration to finally take care of me. 

Seeing a therapist was just the bud that would eventually bloom into a flower of self discovery. I started reading “self-help” books. I started feverishly searching for more and more “help”. That small peaking stream of light started to become a gleaming ray of sunshine starting to warm me. 

See, I learned that taking care of me isn’t selfish. I didn’t have to be a martyr, sacrificing myself for the “greater good”. If you run a car low on gas long enough, you will sputter then die- on a country road 10 miles away from the nearest gas station. You will be no good to anyone. 

I had hit my breaking point. I felt alone in all of my doings. But, changing my way of thinking brought a sense of peace. Just knowing I was making the first steps in self-care was liberating. 

When you come out of the storm you won’t be the same person that walked in. That’s what the storm is all about. 

Every single thing you go through in this life molds and shapes you into the person you are today. Changing your way of thinking will affect the outcome. The storm won’t go away, but you will be prepared with your rain boots and umbrella and then splash in the puddles. 

I could have chosen to curl in a ball and cry and let all my struggles take over my life like an evil dictator. But, I chose to make a stand, reach out for help and inner peace, and to show gratitude.

Grat•i•tude

ˈɡradəˌt(y)o͞od/ noun 

the quality of being thankful; readiness to show appreciation for and to return kindness.

I know it’s hard to show gratitude to The Universe for what it feels like being grounded to an eternal hell. But here it goes… 

Dear 2016, 

It’s been a tough one, but I thank you. Thank you for teaching me that I am stronger than I thought and for giving me the strength to persevere through my struggles. Thank you for not allowing me to give up or lose hope or my sense of self. Thank you for introducing me to a more spiritual life and for kickstarting my journey to self discovery. Thank you for showing me that I am important and that it is selfless to take joy and find peace in self care. Thank you for make me more aware, mindful, and present. I am thankful for even the little time I had with my tribe and I am thankful for new or rekindled friendships. Thank you for pushing me and giving me the courage at work and at home. And finally I am thankful for what 2017 has to offer me. With my new learnings, I know I will be better equipt to deal with the bumps in the road. I can feel, in fact I know, 2017 will bless me with great promise of amazing opportunities and new chapters in my journey. To 2017, you will be my best year for I am a better person because of 2016. I look forward to what is to come and I am ready to conquer my life, love, and enjoy more laughter. 

Love, Me

More importantly, thank you to my readers and supporters. Though we may have never met, you give me reason. And I would like you to be the first to know that because of you and 2016, I have decided to take writing this blog to the next level. I have decided to start writing my first book. I am so grateful to you. Without all of you, I would never have thought I could. 

This has turned into more than just beauty blog, this is more than just life. We are all on a journey. A journey that throws curves balls one day and sets off fireworks the next. But because of you, I know I am not alone in any of my trials or tribulations. And I hope because of me, you have learned something that has helped you along the way, too. 

We are all on this Earth together and we all only get one life. Enjoy it. Show gratitude. Be present. And for heavens sake, love YOU! You rock. You kick ass. And I know 2017 will be your best year yet too.

Happy New Year!