Hair by Vartali Salon!

Today I got the most brilliant hair cut and coloring of my life! It was my first session with my hair sponsors at Vartali Salon. Vartali has some of the best talent in the industry and it is an absolute an honor to be working with them this year!

I have had my hair cut in a professional salon maybe a handful of times, usually at a Super Cuts, and have only gotten color twice. Michael Stinchcomb started me with color. Many of you may have seen the literal line in my hair where it went from natural to a more orange, 6-years-of-box-dye color. Michael washed the whole thing in a warm brown and it looks like heaven. Then Vartan, the owner, throw the scissors to my head for a cut. Ok, not literally, but you wouldn't believe how quickly he chops and snips! He definitely got me nervous for half a second, but then I just started giggling. I was utterly tickled at his talent, and the idea that I am getting styled by one of the best!

How did it turn out? As perfect as I could have imagined. Alas, my Kelly Clarkson style giant blonde highlight in the front is gone. So long, old friend. How you got in my hair will forever remain a mystery.

Thank you to Michael, Vartan, and everyone at Vartali for the amazing hair and a great time!! I can't wait to see you again soon!

Ok, a quick funny hair story from my life. My sophomore year of college I was just dying to go blonde (nice pun.) So, somehow I convinced myself that I could do it from a box. So I bought a box dye and my friend came over to help. This is the moment in life when I learned that sometimes you really should read instructions. When we washed it out, my roots where as white as paper. The rest was highlighter yellow, like a road sign. I walked out from the shower and my friend started to scream. I looked in the mirror and also started to scream. We started running around the room as if we were going to find a solution hidden somewhere. Suddenly there was a knock at the door. As if things weren't bad enough, my date for the night was here to pick me up for dinner. I throw my body against the door and told him that I just needed a minute. I eventually stopped stalling and let him in. He made the most guy move of all time: "I don't really notice. You look nice blonde."

I was back to brunette within 36 hours. All evidence has since been destroyed by yours truly. It was mortifying, but hey...life would be boring if it always went according to plan, right?