I have curly hair. I have thick hair, meaning lots of it, but it is kind of on the fine end of actual individual hair thickness.
I had an appointment to see the Amazing Tara for a cut. It is at this point that I admit that it's been probably 2 years. I get into mama mode and frankly, I put my kid first. Time or sometimes financial thoughts keep me away.
Back to the Deva Cut. It's best explained here.
Deva cuts are for anyone with curly hair. If you have curly hair, then you know that just because people know how to cut hair doesn't mean that everyone can cut curly hair.
Believe me, I've had my fair share of bad cuts. Just yesterday, I was talking with my mom about Tara and her mad skills with some scissors. "Well, Andrea could cut your hair! She can do a great job because she does have curly hair."
"Mom, Andrea sucked."
"What do you mean?"
"I had to fire Andrea. I gave her a good 4 tries. Every time she cut my hair, she did a worse job. Her hair is far curlier than mine, but the final straw was when she really didn't listen to me at all, decided to do what she wanted and gave me a lesbian haircut." (No offense to my lesbian friends out there.)
"She was supposed to give me long bangs in the front and a wedge kind of thing up the back that would be funky and that I could spike up. She got the back right, but the front was so short that M's hair was longer than mine and I couldn't even keep a bobby pin in it, because it was so short."
"Oh. I understand."
So back to the Deva cut. Y'all, I went in looking like the Lion King after a big fight in the most horrendous humidity known to man. The hairs were all out. They were all long. They were-- unruly. Oh, I apologized. I said that I knew that I was coming to her and that I would just let her wrangle my hair into shape. I had been losing bobbie pins in my hair, making my thin haired friend extremely jealous. It was taking a few days to find them all. My hair was getting sucked out of the car window. My hair was catching on door handles getting into the house. I was losing my iPod ear buds in there!
I sat in the chair, gave Tara an idea of what I was looking for. Really, I wanted to keep my hair long, but I left it to her discretion on how much needed to come off. She showed me, I told her to have at it and she did. She cut it dry. She washed it, she then went back in and trimmed up a little more. She had a diffuser that looked like a bunch of green bananas in the shape of a hand.
I want one.
You can get to the roots, but not get to the hair a ton to make it all frizz out.
There is uber great shampoo and after much consideration, I decided that if M can buy Muscle Milk to work out, I should be able to buy some shampoo that isn't going to make me look like I haven't washed my hair in a month of Sundays. Thanks to the wonders of Amazon Prime, it was $10 less for the combo pack I purchased and all hail the 2 day ship. The shampoo will be here tomorrow. I don't have to wash my hair every day and I don't. It's still nice to have the proper stuff on hand to do it with.
So hooray! When I leave my hair down, it doesn't look like it was cut that much. When I pull it up in a pony tail, you can tell that she thinned the heck out of it.
Curly hair. Someone who can cut it. Tara walks on water.
Of course I don't have photos. That would have taken forethought and obviously, all of the excessive hair got in the way. Trust me. It's all good. :)