Life seems to be as constantly changing as fashion and it’s trends. One minute I’m a young girl dreaming of becoming a fashion designer and the next I’m standing in my 11 year-old’s bathroom blinking rapidly as I try to understand the contradicting misnomers he calls “His Hairstyle.” I’m new to the world of pre-teen boys and their hairstyles, and my poor child was
cursed blessed with my natural curls. A pre-teen boy with curly hair? I need an instruction manual, stat.
I can find you the perfect dress for an upcoming charity ball, the perfect swimsuit for vacationing on the French Riviera, and suggest hairstyles to match every type of neckline. I can come up with 40 ways to wear a scarf, and at least 15 creative ways to wear a belt. Helping my pre-teen boy tame his curly hairstyle? I’m like a Hippo out of water. Useless, and somewhat scary (or scared.) What was I to do? I did what I suggest my clients do – turn to their stylist. I packed up my budget-friendly products (I still wasn’t even sure they were going to accept these appropriately named hair products after all) and headed to my tried-and-true hair stylist (in my favorite summer-time uniform of course: a loose, cool cotton dress, a gold cuff bracelet, a long druzy necklace, a classic pair of sunglasses, and my favorite pair of sandals.
Back to Wondra’s Salon (pronounced just as it’s spelled); Wondra has been my hair-stylist since 2003 BC (before children.) She knows my hair, she knows my personality, and at this point, she knows my deepest-darkest secrets (haha.) When I asked her if she could help me solve the riddle that is a pre-teen, curly-haired boy, her response was the classic “I’ll try?”
Wondra is a wealth of information, and in full-disclosure, she was like a therapist; she hand-held my pre-teen curly-haired son through his first “I’m becoming a man” hairstyle moment. She patiently listened to his descriptive “What I want is for it to be flat here, and then do this here’s” and “I want it to be straight’s” and “Can I use the one called Swagger? Because I have swag.” (I’m the terrible mother, the one who hides her face as she silently laughs while screaming on the inside, “WHO IS THIS MONSTER I’VE CREATED?!”) My son liked all the scents, but was most easily swayed by the name; I’m fairly positive he has no idea what Swagger even means. I’m fairly positive I’m going to be in way over my head when he hits high school and discovers girls do not, in fact, have cooties.
Then there is my “baby”, the youngest and sweetest of the boys and the one I have a difficult time saying no to. Even when he keeps insisting on a mohawk.
Thank you Old Spice, for your entertaining commercials, your budget-friendly hairstyling products and for the perfect, boy ego-boosting names of your products. I think my pre-teen and I finally connected. Over his hair. I just wish he didn’t want to look like he belongs in a boy band (coughOneDirectioncough.) Want to win your own Old Spice Styling Kit? Use the Rafflecopter below to increase your odds of having an Old Spice Red Box delivered to your door (use the link if the widget doesn’t show up.) Good luck (and may the odds be ever in your favor!)
This post brought to you by Old Spice; all thoughts and opinions (as always) are my own.