Saturday, December 6, 2008
my hair actually turned out very lovely the first time around...my mom's and vanessa's, though, not so much. and the word that came to mind was, texas....big, southern, hair.
i let vanessa chop, chop, chop her hair down within a couple weeks of the wedding with no qualms whatsoever. this, however, proved to be quite the unwelcome challenge for my mother's hairdresser friend.
uh oh...what's going on atop her head...
vanessa had been beyond patient with me with many things, but i think this was the only legitimate "i'm not impressed" look i received from her through the whole wedding ordeal.
a little more fussing, and voila!
not quite as elvis-like, although not quite the idea we had been going for. actually, now that i look at the file names, this hairstyle actually came before the huge evlis heights were reached, and in all the images i have of the end result, i managed to chop out the volumous mass of hair in my trademark "why-do-you-always-cut-off-everyone's-foreheads" style. in the end, we concluded her hair was way too short to attempt anything but free-flowing curls, which she thoroughly enjoyed on the big day.