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Moroccan Oil In The Spotlight!

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Moroccan Oil In The Spotlight!

Ok, so many of you will already know that I think the world of Moroccan Oil. I have mentioned it in posts a few times. In fact, I believe it has been THE post a few times.

Well today, I tried to pull together everything, I have said and found, in to a little rave for my you tube channel. I would love it if you Guys wanted to check it out here http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hpbcrH0eiWs

I’m in a bit of a sticky mess where I kept trying to show it to camera so er, your viewings would make it all worth while  ;)and for those more bloggy inclined, do not panic, I have some more posts up my sleeve and one should be up tonight or tomorrow.

I hope you are all well. Remember comments or requests always make me happy. So comment here or tweet me.

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June 1, 2010 at 3:51 pm

Hair, hair, hair. . !

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Hair, hair, hair . . !

Hair is my obsession. Even pre-mission, hair was the one thing for me. It is something that you adorn 24hours a day, 7 days a week (unless of course, you have the clips in. Even then some of us have worn them more or less 24/7!)

Are you sitting comfortably?! Then I will begin . . .

I was born with some hair with nothing particularly distinguishable about it. Just normal baby hair. Not too fair but nor dark and glossy. As average as my birth weight was at 7lb something, my hair was just as unremarkable.Within a few months, I seemed to lose most of my hair.

 

 

Only to find it again as toddlerhood doomed. Again, the colour was nothing striking. I was no white blond angelic type nor a little ‘oh so grown up lady-like’ raven head. My hair fell in the mishmash of inbetween. The only thing really certain is that it was a lot fairer then the root growth I incur now.

In fact as the school years passed, my hair did get darker and darker closer to the natural colour of the present day.

I hated getting my hair cut but twice a term, Mum insisted and yes, there was a certain resemblance to a pudding bowl. Of course, there were a few tantrums. Although funnily enough, the evenings when my Mum and Dad sat me on a kitchen chair branding a pair of kitchen scissors to cut my fringe form some of my fonder childhood memories. I guess, it was cool that MY Mum and Dad could cut hair. Even if it was only a fringe (MY fringe, at that) and anyway at least, I knew Mum and Dad would snip gently at the fringe (Mum was always scared Dad would have my eye out) as opposed to our hairdresser who would lope off all the length. Huh, my obsession with long hair, and lots of it, had already begun.

I hated wearing my hair up, it only made my hair look shorter and besides only the tomboys and naughty girls wore their hair back. I was a goody two-shoes all the way and took my role as older sister very seriously. Whether my role model was somebody from the What Katy Did Next books or the Babysitters Club to Kylie Minogue and Natalie Imbruglia, one thing was certain and that was that she would have long hair and she would always wear it down.

(Courtesy of Google Image Search)

Then I hit the later years of childhood and as a very keen majorette, I had to wear my hair up. I hated it! That is, until the girls in the year above stated that it would make my hair grow faster and of course, Mum agreed.

So for a while I would get a new scrunchy everytime I went in to town and try and put my hair up this way and that. If it was going to grow faster up, then up it would go and I would just have to do my utmost to try and make it look nice. I remember Mum getting me a Hair magazine every week and picking and choosing the styles that I liked. There was even a little pink style file to keep my favourites in. My favourite part of the magazine was not the bit about cuts and the odd colour article (in the 1980’s/early90’s, it was still quite rare to talk about coluring your hair) but the bit about styles you could do yourself at home.

For weeks, I wore a Top Ponytail everyday which basically consisted of turning your hair upside down, giving your head a shake and then securing your hair with scrunchy in to top ponytail before standing up straight again. It inevitably slipped down within about three minutes of The Locomotion! The Top Ponytail only gave way when I was lucky enough to be given some crimpers from Mum. They took about 30 minutes to warm up and a hour to cool. Mum thought that they would burn the house down but I loved them. There were little plates to crimp and also some to wave. I don’t think that I ever used the wave ones. I can’t remember why I stopped crimping. I think I used to beg to do it before school or something and in the end, Mum had to hide them.

(Courtesy of Google Image Search)

They say everything goes full circle. They also say the eighties are back. Well after seeing this picture of Fearne’s gorgeous hair, rest assured, I will be asking my mother as to the whereabouts of those crimpers!

Anyway evantually, the secondary school years arrived. By now my hair was a very dark brown but not a glossy black. Mum still insisted on me having regular haircuts but I was allowed to say that I was growing my hair and just the ends to be snipped. My hair grew so far to between my shoulder and breastbone and then it seemed to hit a sticky point and would grow no further.

Evantually Mum relented (and so she should have, after all these years I still wanted long hair, every Mum by now should be caving) and cuts were up to me. Therefore, I would try not to have my hair cut thinking that it would grow but it didn’t it just hung there, the ends getting scragglier and scragglier as the days passed. At the time, it was ‘cool’ to use a clip and hold your hair back in a pleat at the back of your head so I did this to hide my ends. Occasionally I would be daring and have a bun instead. In the end since it was so scraggly without been pulled back (and was therefore pulled back all the time), it just made sense to have it cut again so I did in to a bob which looked fresh and stylish and caught the attention of the ‘cool set’ at school for about two weeks before it started looking just as bad as before and so I started growing it again.

Up until the university years, this process repeated itself two or three times. Grow so long and then lop off. Grow so long and then lop off. All the time, my hair was getting fluffier and fluffier and this was not helped by the straightening phenomenum. It would take me ages to straighten my hair with the old steam straighteners. I remember literally putting a hour and a half aside every day to fry my hair. No wonder the frizz and fluff was suddenly unruly.

University. Here, straightening continued and I knew any hope of length beyond my sticky point was a waste of time so a new obsession began. Colours and highlights. It began with just a few lighter streaks to flatter my face then half a head to look sunkissed and so on. Then they got lighter and lighter until evantually I looked like I had straw on my head. My student loan was sucked up as colour appointments (and the obligatory cut) was down from 12 week intervals to about every three weeks. Occasionally I would take a couple of courses of Silica or hair supplements such as Perfectil to try and gain length and all the time, I was having my hair cut and changing my style and layers every month. Huh? This was a time when I was also obsessed with Tigi Bed Head particularly the pink shine spray and the Dumb Blonde shampoo. How I love the fruity, fragrance of those products. These products certainly did feel like they were helping my very poorly hair. Sometimes even now I still yearn for the smoothing cream. It is always there on my wishlist somewhere!

Evantually I just couldn’t afford to keep colouring as much and once I left university, hair temporaily fell down my priority list. I had bills and real life to deal with. Appointments and Bedhead had to be banished. It may sound as if I neglected my hair but in actual fact, I would say that this was probably a time when I had one of my better hair regimes. I ignored it and became less paranoid about my hair. I started noticing and only dealing with hair matters that really were occuring and not just a figment of my hair obsessed mind. My hair was allowed to relax and be itself for a bit. I was no longer trying to mould it beyond the realms of possibility.

Naturally, I became a sure brunette again. No extra colour added. Instead I would use the occasional shine product or rinse my hair with egg/beer. Amazingly even though I was still straightening, I did start to gain a little length but not enough. All of the gorgeous celebrities whose looks I aspired to had amazingly, mega, long, glossy locks and of course, we were all told that they were extensions. Extensions were still expensive and high, high maintenance. They did not belong to my world so I think in my mind, I was just beginning to settle for the hair I had. It looked alright in a ponytail. Sometimes I would even braid or twist the sides and then pull it in to my new bestie, the ponytail, just to add a bit more excitement.

And then, it all turned around. One Sunday, I travelled up to London to a beauty fair with my sister who was into acrylics etc at a time. There were all these little beauty stands with make up, teeth whitening info, tanning booths, travel trollies and then there was this huge crowd around one stand. The Shear Beauty stand selling American Dream Clip In extensions. You could make an appointment, have your colours chosen and the clips ins applied (all in front of a large audience) for the bargain price of around £40. I couldn’t believe it and dismissed it at first. Too good to be true. Then I saw some of the people who had them applied, heard whispers and buzzes around the fair, ‘Look at her lovely hair, she’s been to the Shear Beauty stand’ etc. In the end, a chance to encounter such pretty long hair proved too much to resist and I managed to book one of the last appointments of the day. Tobacco seemed to suit my natural hair, 18 inches. Two full rows were applied and then two half rows. The clips felt a little bit tight but I felt like a pop star. I slept in them that night, scared that if I took them out then I would not be able to get them in again. I walked to work the next day. Tall and proud. It was a Monday but I felt as if I was on holiday. I kept looking down at the hair skirting my ribs and I felt so pretty, like a princess and of course, they felt so silky.

Evantually I did take them out but I reapplied them every time that I washed my hair and still slept with them inbetween. From then on, I was not seen without my clips in. I wore them for about year and half plus. I pretty much always wore the same colour and always American Dream. The number of rows sometimes varied but there were always some clip ins in my hair. I even parachuted out of a plane from about 16000 feet in Sydney with them and they all made it to the bottom intact and clips pretty much still concealed.

I did go for sewn in extensions in the end. I wasn’t disappointed with clips in but I felt that even though I was happy with the quality of my clip in products that there was still a stigma attached to clip ins. They seemed to be percieved closer to wigs then sewn in extensions were. Also my hair needed a good style and it is hard to give your hair style with clip ins. With my less precise application, rows were probably sitting in a different place with every application which would affect my overall look. However, a hairdresser could sew in extensions and then give the hair a cut. This style should last more or less the same as a normal hair cut.

This is actually a previous set of extensions when I went shorter but I missed the extra couple of inches so have gone a little longer again now.

I have had sewn in extensions now for more then 18 months. Occasionally in combination with a couple of added clip ins. Yes, I know and I admit it, hair obsessed! 

With both types of extensions, there are some pros and cons which I will hopefully discuss in an extension post very soon but without a doubt, I can not really imagine not having long hair now. Long hair is me! When I catch sight of my hair swishing around that is when I feel most like me and reassured about my appearence. I love long hair. I always knew I would and if the only way that I can have it is through extensions then it is needles and clips all the way!

Edit: Here is my current slightly longer style. Hopefully I’m one step closer to a happily ever after with my hair!

Now that is my hair story. I’d love to know yours. Feel free to do a post (don’t forget to leave me a link to your post) or comment here. Also, any suggestions or thoughts about posts (past, present and future) are always welcome.

Until next time!

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May 4, 2010 at 11:02 pm

Moroccan magic, Hair delight!

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Moroccan magic, Hair delight!

Hey Girls!

Those of you who are, oh so fashionable, and already following me on Twitter may already know what I thought when I tried the Moroccan Oil for the first time on Sunday.

In a nutshell, I thought I was dreaming!

This time, it seems the hairdressers are not exaggerating. This oil rocks. It is very early days, I have only used it once myself and want to use it longer before I endorse it fully and suggest that anybody goes out and purchases it, especially at £29.

However, I can tell you that I’m pretty certain that I’m going to come up with the cash and purchase the full size. We all have very different hair and needs but for me, this worked like a dream.

Let me tell you what I liked about it.

* I liked the fact that my hair did dry quicker then normal. Also my hair didn’t go quite as mad when I was drying it. Normally it flies this way and that and then whizzes down the back of the hairdryer sometimes even causing it to cut out. (Note: I don’t always pay the attention I should when I’m drying my hair and I suggest for safety reasons that everybody gives hairdrying a little more attention then me). My hair seemed more controlled and better behaved when drying after an application of the Moroccan Oil.

* I loved the fact that I could style my locks so easily after drying. I only ran the straighteners through the head once quite throughly and I was ready to go. No serum or additional product required. I always need to run the straightners through more then once if my hair is freshly washed and I want a sleekish, lasting style immediately after washing. Often I either wash my hair the night before or have to wear my hair tied up for 3/4 of a day after a hairwash in order to look half decent and groomed. My hair can be very manic and fluffs up so quickly. On this occasion, I also required no additional styling product. All I used on my hair was the oil and a heat protector. Normally to style freshly washed hair, it would take some S-factor Serum from Tigi and maybe some Bedhead flattening mousse on the ends of my natural hair to blend in with my extensions and eliminating the step effect. Er,  not this week.

* I adore how soft and silky (that does sound like a hair ad, doesn’t it?) my hair felt and how shiny it felt. It also still feels that way 36 hours later. It looks sleeker and flatter then normal but not too much so. The product does not seem to be weighing it down unnecessarily, there is also no horrible sticky, gooey feel to give away my shamful little secret (ie. that these healthy, groomed perfectly behaved locks are not purely a work of nature).

* I adore that the effect seems to be lasting. I haven’t straightened my hair today. Granted, it was up for work but I work in a Care environment and more often then not at the end of the shift come out with a birds nest and frizz galore and those silly little baby kinks in the sillest and most obvious of places. Not yesterday, not today.

 I should admit here that my hair is always a bit better behaved for the first two weeks or so after I have had a major hair appointment but I still think that this is better then that.

I wanted to try and show you the effect of the Moroccan Oil (and I wanted to prove to myself that I wasn’t imagining the top notch results). So I washed and styled an old hair extension of mine in exactly the same way as I did my hair on Sunday (using Curly Wurly shampoo once and Aussie Long Hair Conditioning treatment for 2-3 mins) except I used Moroccan Oil on one half of the extension hair only.

This is the before. The extension is folded in half so the hair does appear quite thick.

Here are the two afters. Can you see a difference? Please note in the afters, less thickness will be percieved because the extension is laid flat out and not doubled over as above. Oops!

Styled without Moroccan Oil

 

 

Styled with Moroccan Oil

I think you may see a slight one between the two after pictures if you are really squinting. Where the oil has been used, the hair appears slightly shinier and possibly fuller (although the extension may vary in volume, it is an old one!)

In reality, I have to admit that I can not see the dramatic difference that I feel there was when my locks was coated in the oil on Sunday. However, I can see some extra shine and vitality in the oiled extensions here. Also it was easier to dry the oiled side of the extensions and easier to lay these out straight. When you add all these little differences up and multiply by the number of hairs on my head (I normally have at least four to six of these extensions sewn in to my hair plus my own hair which is not much shorter), I think you will agree that the wow factor I thought was achieved is certainly attainable.

Let’s not forget even if with long term use, it just stregthens and conditions, this oil could be worth something. Not sure about £29 though, I guess in my heart of hearts I am hoping that it will provide all the gimmicky bits too. It is early days but my heart and the mirror is telling me that there could be something in this ‘magic oil’ marlarkey.

Now I’m just waiting to see how long my hair will go before it needs another wash. I’m thinking if there are any downers with this product, it may be that the oil makes it look greasier sooner or/and that it may look limper earlier because it is already a bit sleeker and has less puff to lose. If these hurdles occur, I’ll have to deal with them but for now, I’m floating in a little bubble of hair delight!!!

At the moment, this product gets a big thumbs up. Who knows? All could change but I don’t think it would be too much to say that this is one product that could be heading for holy grail status.

Well, I’m off to enjoy having slighter nicer and more managable hair. Hee hee, I don’t know which I will appreciate more, the pretty factor or the less maintenance one?

What is your favourite hair product? Do you spend hours maintaining your hair or do you prefer something more manageable?

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March 2, 2010 at 9:00 am