Les Faux Pas de la Semaine

If only I could have captured her swagger. This one was walking down the street in the Old Port like she owned it. Wearing her little sisters jeans and tank top, with a generous butt crack showing each time see took a step, I couldn't help but snap this bubbalicious beauty.

From bums to boobs. I caught this red wonder coming from a mile away. It's all about the boobage on this one. I couldn't help but wonder where she was going, what her name was, who was she meeting?

Finally, the best for last. On the Metro, heading to box class. I tried to be discreet while snapping this marvellous mystery lady. It was the leather hat with studs that got me. Then the eyes followed downwards to the nose ring, the tie and the striped button down open sleeveless shirt exposing wrinkled cleavage. My faux pas de la semaine award goes to YOU.

Circus Freak: Is it normal for women to have nipple hair?

The question of all questions! Is it normal to have nipple hair? Nobody wants to talk about it. It gets swept under the rug: When in fact, nipple hair, for women, is a very common occurrence. So why, pray tell is everyone so "husssssh" about it?

I asked my cousin a year or so ago, "hey, do you get nipple hair"? She replied "OMG, YES"! And from then on, we talked about it quite often, actually. Little messages here and there "Have YOU trimmed YOUR nipple hair lately"? and so on. Now, I will admit, that I have two. One, two. That's it. I feel lucky. Because, from the sounds of it, it's not that much. That's not to say that I didn't encounter other things, but that's another topic. Anyways. Back to nipple hair. The subject nobody wants to talk about. Well, I'm bringing it out in the open.

Nipple hair is not something most would think is attractive. Women get self-conscious about it, think they look ugly, wonder if there's something wrong with them. WELL GUESS WHAT? NOTHING IS WRONG WITH YOU, IT'S JUST NIPPLE HAIR!!!

Now, seriously, if you've plucked it, and fueled the hair fire, then you will have to take action. And I recommend electrolysis. Medium priced and permanent, I think it's a good solution. Otherwise, if you just have a few like me, you can use those teeny little scissors used for trimming nostril hairs. I know, all of this kinda makes you squirm a bit. But, this is a natural function of the body. There is nothing to be ashamed of. Know that you are not alone.

I found a discussion forum on nipple hair. Here's a couple I want to share with you:


A female reader, anonymous, writes (17 April 2011):

Wow! how liberating to see other people have the same problem as me. It's like balm to my spirit because it has terribly bothered me for many years and I have never talked about it to anyone. I first started feeling like a freak when I went for a yearly checkup and my doctor says "wow, you have hair around your nipples" 


A male reader, roger_p_allen  +, writes (28 April 2009):

My very first girlfriend had this unique characteristic, and I found it as sexy as hell! My girlfriend didn't try to do anything about it, so she had thick rings of long, dark hairs about each of her nipples. I thought it acted as an irresistible magnet to draw attention to her perky nipples. I loved it! Yes, she asked me if she should do something about it, and I told her, "Don't you dare!"

Bleach Babe: Project Brunette to Blonde

I was 19 years old the last time I was blonde. From that point on, I tried to grow out my natural hair. It took years to grow out. It wasn't until I was 26 that I attained this goal. And when I did, I thought, well, my mother isn't so wrong after all (she always told me my natural hair was beautiful, but all mothers say that). Although I did notice a collection of greys. I don't mind those little white guys so much. They add character. Anyways, I enjoyed my natural colour for years. It was nice not having to maintain it. All I needed to worry about was getting a hair cut every so often. 

Freshly cut fringe on virgin strands



Fast forward. I'm 29. Yikes. I've been thinking about going blonde for 3 years. I was always told to bleach on virgin hair. And I had virgin hair alright, but not the fuzzy peaches to do it…until I got back from Florida. I decided that, once I was all bronzed and freckled, I would take the peroxide plunge. I made an appointment at my hair salon: Helmet. Guillaume, my hair stylist, is the best. He comes from France, rocks tattoos up his arms and chain smokes between clients. He's a hair styling genius. He doesn't do colour, but his wife, Melanie (who's also the owner) does! She must be good.

I was a little hesitant at first. I wanted all over blonde, but she reassured me a full head of highlights was the way to go. The thought of highlights immediately brought a certain image to my mind:

She was adamant about them looking good, so I took her suggestion and went for it. If Guillaume can work magic, then so can Melanie. 2 hours and approximately 60 foils later, here's what she did:

The result was beautiful blonde locks. And I love it. I love it, I love it, I love it. When I went into work some people didn't even recognize me there! It's great. Then for the next test, my mother. My mother who never liked when I died my hair. My mother who has always said "I like your natural hair colour better", my mother, who actually said SHE LOVED IT! I couldn't believe my ears. 

SUCCESS.

Now, finishing off, I have to say, that I feel a little extra pep in my step. I am happy with the new me. I also noticed that I seem to get noticed more than before. Perhaps it’s a mix of the tan plus the blonde? Perhaps not. I am starting to believe that people tend to notice blonde's more. Maybe it's because it's just lighter and stands out more? I'm not so sure about the Scientifics behind it. Whatever it is, I don't really care. This blonde is officially having the time of her life!


-fashion flea

Greasy Goddess : A Shampoo-Less Challenge

I decided to create a challenge. A shampoo-less challenge. Ask me what I was thinking and I wouldn't be able to tell you. Let's just say there was this thought that maybe, maybe, I would never have to use shampoo. Ever. Again. I could be one of those hipster girls that rock the "I was just rolling around in flannel sheets and my hair looks perfectly messy like this" look.

 This was an experiment to see if that could be me.

Last clean shot

Now, here's what I used:

I took all the right precautions! 

Now, either I got it wrong, or those hipster ladies must have super dry, resilient hair because, wow.  

I bought the spray from Sephora because it was a bit less, but still a whopping $22

And the boar brush I luckily found on sale at Saks Off Fifth Outlet for $15

That's 37 bones!

Moving along, like molasses. Day 3 of no shampoo. Hair managing to squeeze by, showing small signs of a greasy dome. I'm okay, dry shampoo worked okay, things might be okay...

Evening of Day 4. Things are not looking pretty. I'm feeling very uncomfortable. My face is greasy, my hair is greasy, and I don't want to touch my face. No one can touch my face! I don't feel pretty (and I think it's safe to say that this isn't one of my better pictures, but whatever).

Who cares? It's just me.

On the beach. The sand feels good beneath my toes, the sun's warmth recharges my energy. I check out all the riff raff the beach has to offer. And right then, it was all about forgetting that I had wax coated hair that was starting to smell like a pair of dirty smelling socks.

Found a fun pair of sunglasses at the local Goodwill: $3

Evening of Day 5: An FB friend kindly recommended that I try rubbing a wet wash cloth on my hair. I took another step and did a combo with baking soda to help absorb all the gunk. It produced what you see below. The fact that there was some sand and salt in there helped with what I thought produced a nice wavy look. Still dirty, though. But I have to say, not bad...

Evening of Day 7:  I don't feel good. I don't feel myself. I am having thoughts about shampooing. Little did I know I'd actually have a dream about washing my hair that night.

When I woke up on the Morning of Day 8 I knew what I was going to do that day....

Afternoon of Day 8: I actually went out in public during this final embarrassing stage. After having that delicious dream of washing my dirty hair and then looking at how much the pieces have glued together into solid firmer pieces, I decided that I was just going to do it. 

I was going to wash my hair that night.

And I did. And it was great. I vowed not to put myself through that ever again. Although, I did think that I would space out the amount of times I actually washed my hair to every other day. The dry shampoo I still use from time to time and the brush fits perfect in my bag for on the go. Was it a wasted experiment? No. Did I have fun? Yes. What was I most happy about? 

The fact that I did it while on vacation, away from anyone that I know.

Next up a Blonde experiment. It's been 5 years since I've dyed my hair. 

And now, I'm officially a Blonde. Testing the true test of all, do blondes really have more fun? 

-fashion flea