Vidal Sassoon has this latest hair gadget that is supposed to "create the latest look in messy up-do's in seconds." It's called the "Fan Tail." It sells for about $3 at Claire's.
Well, the instructions were completely not understandable, and after some Googling for better instructions, I realized that 99.9% of the online community have officially called it a total piece of crap. The main problem is that the instructions just do not match with reality. Basically it states:
1. Gather hair at back of head in a ponytail, secure it with a braided elastic
2. Place Fan Tail™ on top of the ponytail
3. Twist the Fan Tail™ clockwise until it is secure
4. Pull some of hair through the center hole to help disguise the Fan Tail™
5. Take small sections of hair and wind around the base of the ponytail, securing the ends in each small hook.
6. Work clockwise and secure pieces of hair under each small hole
7. Back-comb hair
Anyways, don't bother reading it because even if all 7 steps came with photos and a Youtube video, you still couldn't create the mythical messy up-do.
The problem with hair gadgets is that everybody's hair is so different. Different texture, length, and thickness. There is no one-size fits all instruction, especially for something complex.
Ultimately, you just have to FIGURE IT OUT. Let end justifies the means.
So for me, here is my personal instructions:
1. Put the hair in a high ponytail and secure it with a small elastic band.
2. Split the ponytail in two (two bunches one on top another).
3. Flip the top section over the head and just leave it there for now.
4. Twist the Fan Tail clockwise over the lower section until most of the hair is caught inside the hooks.
5. Pull the hair through the ring, twist some more to secure the Fan Tail.
6. Now let down the top section around the ring, and secure pieces of hair with the outer hooks.
Anyways, that's how I got the Vidal Sassoon Fan Tail to work for me. When I get some time I'll put up some pictures of the end result. Good luck!
Had my semi-farewell dinner at BLT Market last night, one week before I'm off for my 10 week internship in Washington, D.C.. I figured it would be a nice touch since the restaurant specializes in using fresh local produce.... anything to savor every last bit of New York. Where else would you spend an arm and a leg for a "country dining experience"? Only in New York. I haven't even left NYC yet and I'm already feeling sentimental!
The evening was great. One of the best soft-shell crab appetizer ever, with seasonal greens. Plus good food and extremely attentive service. The annoying tourist/banker crowds were actually bearable. But the icing on the cake was being a part of the Ritz - loved being greeted by hotel staff at every turn. Major points off for no lotion in the bathrooms, though.
The sad part came when my friend commented that DC is essentially NYC for ugly people. Oh man that was HARSH! I haven't really paid that much attention to how people ranked on the looker scale when I was in DC in April, but I definitely have noticed an obvious lack of individualized fashion. There were a lot of suits and they mostly fell within two categories: preppy or old. Although I felt very much at ease in DC, I did remember not encountering any head-turning situations. Nobody was chasing after the train in four-inch stiletto, no Japanese girls in babydoll dresses, no ghetto-fab girls in blinding bling-bling, and... well, basically a lot of nothing.
Well, maybe things will be better after I'm actually LIVING in DC. Or maybe perhaps the intern-crowd will be more interesting. I HOPE I HOPE I HOPE. That will be my goal this summer - In search of fashion and individuality in Washington, D.C.
I can do eight regular push-ups now. Yay!
My goal is to be able to do 30 consecutive regular push-ups by the end of the summer.
My training thus far:
1 set of 30 modified push-ups at least once a week
1 set of 30 modified tricep push-ups at least once a week
1 set of 30 modified bomber push-ups at least once a week
Dive Bomber Push-ups ROCK.
1) People who cheat on their spouse
1.5) People who knowingly participate in helping people cheat on their spouse
2) Bad Tippers. Or worse: Bad tippers who can't do math that tip so poorly you're embarrassed to go back to that restaurant again.
Lovely song from the Dave Matthews Band
The Falun Gong creeps me out, but they do have a sense of humor:
There is a bedbug epidemic in New York City!!!
Now I'm TOTALLY FREAKED OUT, not to mention itching all over. How can I prevent those blood suckers from attacking my apartment? How do I know they are not already here? I'm going totally paranoid. *sob* I want to move back to Oregon....
UPDATE: Four floors of my apartment building down. Building
maintenance staff scrambling to book exterminators and pleading with
tenants not to bomb their apartments because it will spread infestation
to adjacent units. Co-worker's Astoria apartment now down as well. He had bedbug bites all over his body. Had to resist the urge to hose him down before he enters office. It's only a matter of time...
Practice by running behind a bus is kind of a funny idea for athletes preparing to compete in Beijing this year for the Olympics. (I have a lot of experience with that, running behind a bus, that is.) I love this really interesting article in the NYTimes on the strategies and concerns of trainers preparing top athletes for the heavy polluted air in Beijing.
I think Beijing is one of the most beautiful and magnificent cities in the world, but almost everyone I know gets sick within a week of visiting there. That's why I'm not totally convinced with the strategy of the trainers for athletes to arrive at the last possible moment. Maybe their "multipronged" strategy is different, but I think it might be better to get there way early and get OVER the obligatory respiratory infection.
If I were competing I would probably bring my own food as well. My aunt who lives in Shanghai (another awesome city) travels to America to buy soy sauce from Costco, then brings it back with her so she doesn't have to use local soy sauce. SO FUNNY! I know Beijing has been very careful about the food preparation process in the Olympic Village, but better safe than sorry!
Pale, by Within Temptation. RIP, E. A. Poe.
His name is Fred.
Fred likes to play,
When it's very late.
Whenever I see Fred,
I scream and I fret;
Poor poor little Fred,
Around the corner, he fled.
Little does Fred know,
This is hardly the show.
For the Exterminator comes tomorrow,
To bring Fred lots of sorrow.
So eat up, Fred,
The crumbs, the chocolates, and the bread.
Tomorrow your neck belongs to Ed.
A quick "snap!" and Fred is dead.
