Tuesday, September 8, 2015

Safe Spaces and Why They're Important

There's a lot of talk and even a good bit of action going around in many places about a relatively newly-recognized, really important thing - safe spaces.

All you have to do to know that there are varying opinions about safe spaces is be acquainted with more than one human being that's heard the term. There's a wide range of feelings on it, ranging from the frightening idea that such spaces are not necessary for whatever outdated, uninformed, or bigoted reason; to the people who actually take a really great thing too far and go on to think that a truly safe space is one in which our ideals are never challenged and we are never asked safely to reconsider or to grow, but live "blissfully" unaware that there is more to be learned or known.

There are many personal, firsthand experiences in my life that give me an excellent background to speak on the idea of safe spaces, there are also experiences in my life that severely limited the openness of my mind - I was raised homeschooled in a highly controlled and restricted conservative environment - and it is because of these latter experiences that I ask that anything I say here that strikes you as backwards causes you to start a loving dialogue with me and not a fight.


The experiences that empower me to speak strongly on things like safe spaces are rape, sexual assault, sexual manipulation, and other things that come with the daily life of being a human - especially a female human - in a rape culture; things like being catcalled, being followed, being harassed for dates, on dates, and having nearly every romantic or sexual encounter that I've been in and found myself saying "no" turning into a negotiation at best, and rape at the worst. Not only do I speak about the importance of things like safe spaces and feminism because of my own experiences, but because I have friends - male and female- who have been gaslighted, manipulated, raped, assaulted, etc. as well, in addition to suffering from bizarre and terrible injustices due to their sexuality, their race, etc. , and if there's anything an INFJ is good at, it's tearing viciously into danger and injustice on behalf of those they love.

To me, what a safe space means is that there is a person or a group of people who do everything in their power to ensure that the people present in a space are not only not going to harass or harm someone, but that said present people are going to listen to another person when they come to them with a concern, a question, or a cry for help. It's a place (or a group of people that makes every place they go a place) where people look out for one another, give the befit of the doubt to potential and known victims, and deal as immediately, kindly, and firmly as possible with perpetrators in whatever way is necessary.

I know that a truly safe space is impossible. We all know that. We've all been, or know someone who has been, hurt by family members, friends, co-workers, lovers, strangers, criminals - everywhere from in a dangerous neighborhood to our own homes and beds. Bad things ARE going to happen to us, and we can't stop it. The first part of a safe space - the part where no one gets hurt -  is impossible to ensure, but that doesn't mean it's not worth giving our all to try and create such a space anyway, because we can make everywhere a little better, and spare some of our fellow humans some damage on a bumpy, bumpy ride called life. And that's worth it, even if it can never be perfect. Samwise put it really well - there's some good left in this world and it's worth fighting for.

But what about the second bit of a safe space? What about the part where people are looking out for one another, and are a safe and listening ear to victims and frightened people who have been hurt by the bad guys? Since we can't stop everyone from getting hurt, is there a way to make places that are a safer place to get hurt - places where help is closer, and healing is faster? Can we create a place where as many bad people as possible are identified, dealt with, and not allowed to hurt anyone else? That is possible, my friends. It is possible and we need to be taking steps to create those places wherever we can.

I believe very strongly that the first step toward making a space in which it is better to be hurt is making sure that we're not only not invalidating victims, but that we're encouraging them to step forward and share their stories - that they know they'll be heard, helped, and loved, not shamed or passed over.

Allow me to share just one story to show why this is important.
There was a man I knew - we'll call him Bubba - who, at first, seemed like a great guy but as I worked to get to know him I realised that he engaged in illegal actives with minors, that he was highly narcissistic, sexist, and just generally exactly the type of person I didn't want to be around, so I took steps to distance myself from Bubba. He comes to local dances, so I stopped accepting his requests to dance. I tried to stop hugging him hello, and goodbye, and overall tried to reduce contact and communication. That fact that I'm using the word "tried" here is deeply troubling - he refused to accept any of this. Bubba consistently tried to force me to dance, insisted on touching me when I told him not to, and eventually, after weeks of trying to get him to leave me alone, he ran after me in a bar as I was leaving a dance, screaming my name and saying that everyone else got a hug and he wanted one, too - ultimately jumping and flinging himself on me, at which point I had to use my heavy leather wristlet to swing at his head and shout at him to get off. He ran away laughing and giggling "good enough for me!"
When I got home and said someone had assaulted me in a bar, my roommates said that it wasn't assault because Bubba had been a friend and I had used to allow him conversation, dances, and hugs, and so he couldn't really be blamed - besides, friends can't be the perpetrators of assault. They then proceeded to tell me rape culture wasn't  real and tried to talk me out of feminism. When I retreated to my room they were still talking about why feminism was unnecessary. I turned on Supernatural to drown them out.
I told the organiser of a different local dance scene - one Bubba hadn't yet infiltrated -  and a close personal friend, about Bubba's behavior toward me, and how I knew people to whom such behaviors were still actively directed, and about other things like forced trust falls and dips on the social dance floor, and yet somehow, a few months later, this organizer friend messaged me saying he had finally gotten Bubba to show up at one of their events. I was horrified. Bubba doesn't take no for an answer, pressures women into accepting him, and puts his follows at risk of bodily harm, and I told someone and they didn't listen.
I told another organiser friend from a different local scene (one where some of Bubba's negative interactions with me had taken place) and they said I was being too hard on Bubba, and later went on to say that we can't respond to or take seriously every incidence of something with a vagina crying for help.
I told many of Bubba and I's mutual friends - and none of them distanced themselves from him when he refused their confrontation and correction - on the contrary, many of them said "Oh, he means well," and continued to treat him as they always had, and to talk to me about him as though nothing was wrong - like he wasn't taking 17-year-olds to house parties and getting them drunk, or assaulting people in bars. They even continued to invite him to the same events they invited me to.
This past weekend some very dear friends of mine heard this story for the first time and asked why I hadn't told the organiers of the event where many of the first, and ultimately the final event between Bubba and I transpired. I was dumbfounded. I couldn't believe I hadn't. It's taken me a few days of thinking about it to realize why I didn't and haven't:

I told two organizers and they didn't hear me. I told my two roommates and they didn't hear me. I told over half a dozen friends that I had trusted and they didn't hear me. Once you've told more people than you have fingers to count - where is your motivation to tell others?

Not only do I know other people with similar stories - some are far worse, because the offending incidents are not "just" assault in a bar - they're sexual assault, or rape, and the shame, misplaced guilt, and anxiety that can come with sharing such a personally devastating incident can be crushing. It seems easier to deal with it silently than to risk being belittled or ignored by people you dare to trust. I see Bubba on the dance floor almost every week, and I can't help but watch him out of the corner of my eye, trying to see if there's anyone I need to run and protect. Even worse I see my friends' "Bubbas" - may who are guilty of more serious things than mine - and I wonder if, when I'm not watching them, they're endangering someone else who doesn't know the kind of things they think are okay.

But my friends were right. I should have told someone else. I should have kept going until someone listened.

Bad people cannot and will not be stopped when their victims sit silenced, defeated, and frightened on the side lines. 

We do not owe anything to those who have harmed us. There's a violently beautiful quote from Anne Lamott that applies here:
"You own everything that happened to you. Tell your stories. If people wanted you to write warmly about them, they should have behaved better."
We do not owe them our loyalty, we do not owe them any kindnesses, - it is not our responsibility to muzzle ourselves to save their social lives. If they don't want people knowing the things that they do, they shouldn't be doing those things.

Let me clarify who is responsible for the damage that is done when a victim cannot make their story heard - it is NOT the victim. It is not the victim screaming into deaf ears, and it is not the victim too afraid to speak at all. The people responsible for known bad guys running amok are the people whose ears are deaf. It is the people who would say "stereotypes exist for a reason" and that "the solution to fixing this problem is not just to fall all over ourselves to protect people with vaginas every time they cry." It is those who shame and vilify the wounded who are responsible for creating a culture that aids those who would hurt others.

The people who hold the power to create safe spaces are the people who have ears ready listen, arms willing hold, and a voice to cry out relentlessly with the survivors until their attackers are dealt with.

To be the light in a dark place where so many other lights seem to have gone out is a daunting and terrifying task - but I guarantee you know someone personally whose suffering could have been eased if more people were willing to fight against the seemingly insurmountable tidal wave of the ugly side of our culture.

So, when you hear conversations about "should we have a safe space clause?" please say "yes."

When you hear someone say that safe spaces are impossible, go ahead and tell them that they're right, but that they will be a hero to millions if they stand up for them anyway.

When someone comes to you with a story like mine, or like those of my friends, please listen to them, and help them be brave.

Even the smallest person (or effort) can change the course of the future. Help create and foster safe spaces. It's important and it's worth it.

Friday, August 7, 2015

A Story About Depression and (Hopefully) Forgiveness.

Any person on the quest to better themselves, decrease world suck, and just generally become a better human being knows the feeling of realizing that there's something new you could - and really should - be working on; kinda exciting, kinda overwhelming, kinda embarrassing, and usually really humbling.

In the last several years I've gotten better at being optimistic and positive, better at being uplifting and squelching criticism, better at keeping my negative opinions to myself, better at listening, and just generally better at personing. 

I've realised a new thing I need to be working on - like, super-desperately, this-needs-to-happen-now, it's-ruining-my-life-that-I-can't-do-this need to be working on. 

What this thing is surprised me. 

A lot.

It's forgiveness.

Since the end of my teenage years I've had some very sad, disturbed, and/or hurting people do a lot of really, genuinely terrible things to me and to those I care about. I've personally had to forgive family members who damaged my self-esteem and body image for decades, people I thought were friends who made the decision to metaphorically stab me in the back and walk away, employers who made unfair decisions, co-workers who lied to me and about me - even my wildly abusive ex-boyfriend and both of my rapists. As someone with a large and frequently incapacitating amount of empathy, I've also had to figure out how to forgive those who have hurt people I love - which is sometimes even more difficult than forgiving those that have directly been injurious to me.

I can honestly say I've forgiven all of those people and more. Sure, reliving the experiences can come with some sadness, frustration, and sometimes even anger or misplaced guilt - with a memory that's wildly hpyerthemesic, that's probably always gonna be a burden I carry - but in the end I can shake it off and be fine within seconds - minutes at most.

So, I was really, really surprised when I realised that I need to figure out how to forgive. Not that I ever thought I would be the world's foremost expert on moving on from things, but I had waded through a lot of pain and come out okay; genuinely harboring no ill-will toward people who had wounded me massively and didn't even care enough to know they had made so much as a scratch. To find out that the thing that's been making me devastatingly miserable on at least a weekly basis is, at it's root, the inability to forgive someone, was a humbling shock.

I've shared on Instagram and Facebook that I've been fighting a really difficult battle with depression and anxiety this year. Thankfully, with the help of incredible friends, music, and online support groups full of nerdfighters that each personally embody what it is to be awesome (whether they realise it or not) it's gotten a LOT better - better than I would have believed it could get when it was at it's worst and I was shaking in my bed, my face wet with tears over crushing fear and sadness that I knew didn't exist but couldn't stop. As the depression gave way it let in floods of anxiety, but as that, too has relinquished it's grip on my mind and emotions there are still a few situations and people that I find triggering wild amounts of negativity, and I've finally been forced to realize that those instances aren't just mild annoyances being exacerbated by the horrors of mental illness.

Earlier this year I was in a really dreadful living circumstance, and while I do think that it was, in many ways, the final straw for my mind after the aforementioned crappy circumstances of the last just-under-a-decade, it was a really crappy place for me to be. I was an introvert living with 3 other people, trying to share every space (even my own room) with extroverted teenage girls who were living on their own for the first time and didn't understand how being a roommate, or even a friend to an introvert really worked. They had self-diagnosed themselves with some mental illnesses that they didn't have (ever met selfish people who have pet peeves and claim that "OMG," they're "just SO OCD!" Yeah.) and were dealing badly with the ones they were genuinely suffering from.

It was while they were stealing my alcohol and lying drunk on the kitchen floor, avoiding getting carded at clubs and bars, and coming home slamming all the doors and turning on all the lights when I had to get up in 4 hours, that I started to fall really far into depression for the first time in my life. After spending every day for 3 weeks having my personal physical and mental space violated, I found myself bonding emotionally with a box of Krispy Kreme and a bottle of Bolthouse Farms in the Walmart parking lot because I didn't want to go inside my own house.

I moved out as soon as I possibly could - to a place I could afford that was 45-90 minutes away from everything I did and everyone I cared about - which suddenly meant (in addition to the distance) that I couldn't live with my precious cat, that I couldn't afford the gas to get to and from work without dipping into my savings, and that so far from helping my depression the way I thought it would, threw me even deeper into despair. It wasn't long before I got up every morning without the motivation to get out of bed, eat anything even remotely healthy, or generally do normal, survival-y, person things. For months, if I felt anything, all it was was fury at having to put up with depression, because somewhere under the apathy and despair I knew it was all illogical and that it was crushing who I was. 

Depression and anxiety even stripped me of the comfort of my faith - all spring and summer I had stopped praying because it felt like I was praying to walls. I would rage against people who told me "just to pray" or to "dig into the word" because they weren't listening - my brain was processing all of my religious beliefs as bullshit, right along with other things I loved and which define me like dancing, art, music, and love itself. Thankfully the fear that comes along with being raised in organised religion, and the faith of people I trust completely, kept me from renouncing anything - because now that my depression is largely banished, my faith is stronger than ever, and wildly more meaningful. But I was livid that circumstances had brought me to the point where even that comfort had been denied me; I'm not ashamed of the things I questioned while I was depressed, because those doubts have given me things to study and philosophize about - and if this faith I love so much deserves my devotion (and I believe it does so much so that I am willing to question it as though it doesn't) it will win out. In some way that I don't fully understand I am learning to be thankful for those doubts, but in the moment - and it was a 4 month moment, minimum - they were crushing.

There are a lot of things that deserve blame for this depression - but (perhaps because I had already forgiven all of the ones to come before) my mind took the responsibility for the entire harrowing experience of first-time depression and heaped it all on the most recent antagonist - the last roommate to have moved into my old house. I'm thankful to say that I haven't in any way retaliated against her - and believe me I have wanted to, and there's much of my brain that understands such actions as a (misguided) form of justice. I know that revenge isn't my responsibility - that God and the universe will deal out what is necessary when the time is right, and that I might not live to see it, and that (much to the frustration of my carnal little brain) the answer might be wild amounts of mercy that will be next to impossible for me to find fair...and yet that person's presence awakens a monster in my consciousness.

I made what, in retrospect, was a huge mistake by trusting her too much when we first met, and I showed her the thing that makes me happiest - swing dancing, and my swing family. Swing is what saved me from depression in the past - I could never have imagined the number and caliber of friendships that would come from swing dancing. Truly these people are my family, and any place where there are swing friends feels like home, whether it's a car, a floor to crash on between dance days, or a cuddle puddle on the side of a wooden floor. So the fact that this person still comes to nearly every dance event in the area is genuinely having the biggest trigger for anger, depression, and anxiety in places I consider my home. 

People I want to call my friends are buddying up with someone who hurt me deeply, and especially as in INFJ, I can't understand that and it feels like betrayal. No one understands the way this person behaves in private, and telling them would be ruthless sabotage that I can't (and don't want to) bring myself to undertake. At one point it all drove me to a genuine anxiety attack, crying into the arms of an organizer outside of a late night at 3:45 am for fear that this person was going to undermine my friendships and ultimately my place as a member of a community I had grown to love and be loved by in a way I hadn't thought possible. People have seen me at my worst, crying and screaming, because of this person.

And I cannot forgive her.

I want to.

I know I should.

I'm the one this is hurting. 

I know that refusing to forgive someone is like drinking poison and hoping it kills the other person. 

It is illogical, which hurts the Tiny Vulcan that lives in my brain, and worse it's unchristian, which causes the Holy Spirit in me to refuse to allow me to ignore it. 

It's only been a handful of days since I realized the root of this problem, and it's going to take some time to figure out how to deal with it, and even more time to take those solutions and get them into place in my mind. The good thing is that I know forgiveness is possible, and I know it's the answer. Thankfully depression is far enough away from me now that I can see that there is a way to fix my mind, and that it's attainable.

I hope I figure out how this works for me as soon as is humanly possible.

We're all broken, we're all flawed, and we all make mistakes - little ones and devastating ones - and I am such a part of the group of broken, flawed, mistake makers that is all of the human race.

I've forgiven before, I forgive daily, and vastly most importantly - I am forgiven daily by God and by others - and I will smother this very human flaw with mercy, compassion, and gentleness, which sound passive, but in reality are the only weapons powerful enough to kill something as horrible as unforgiveness.

Prayers, positive thoughts, and advice are always welcome. Goodbye for now, internet - I love you dearly. 

Thursday, January 15, 2015

The Supermassive Vintage Hairstyling Post

FRIENDS. Many of you have come to me asking me how I do my hair on vintage hair days! First of all - THANK YOU. My goodness, what a compliment! Seriously. :) Second - I've mentioned to a few of you that I was going to do a blog post so I can share thoroughly and concisely what I've done to get my hair skills to where they are right now...this is that post! YAY!

Here I will link my favorite YouTube tutorials from my vintage hair idols - LisaFreemontStreet and PinupDollAshleyMarie, share lists of products and tools, offer hints/tips that I've found extra-helpful or important as I've learned, and probably a few more things.

Buckle up, kids - it's gonna be a long post.


Everything I know I learned from YouTube.

With the exception of having a few things click for me because I saw some vintage hair setting diagrams (which I will link later on), seriously everything I know I learned from two amazing YouTubers - LisaFreemontStreet and PinupDollAshleyMarie.

They both have EXCELLENT tutorials that break things down very clearly and thoroughly. I would personally suggest browsing the tutorials, skimming through them, getting an idea of what looks you want and what kind of set is suggested to achieve them, and then watching their tutorials for said set.

I am an obnoxious stickler for things being as authentic as possible, which is why most of the time I set my hair in wetset pincurls, held with setting lotion, and using a setting pattern. You'll notice quite quickly that that is not necessary to have vintage-inspired (if not painstakingly authentic) hair. I encourage my level of blind determination to be authentic, but I know it's not for everyone - Lisa and AshleyMarie will offer you more options than I tend to use and you should try all of the ones that strike your fancy and find what works best for you!

I seem to have found that Lisa's videos tend much more toward recreating vintage looks as accurately as possible (wet sets and controlled frizz and volume from the curls), while among Ashley Marie's videos I find more of what I think of as "vintage-inspired" looks that can have a bit more of a modern twist or look to them, or are achieved by more modern means (heat sets that tend to be more sleek and get their volume from intentional teasing moreso than the way the curl was formed). Both ways have been excellent for me to know and I would advise familiarising yourself with any technique you think might work and get your hair the way you want it.

I'll start by linking the tutorials I most often refer to for general 1940s and 1950s looks, and then link the ones that list the techniques I most prefer to use. These videos will contain all the terms I have and will continue to reference in this post that might not make sense to you yet.

My favorite 1940s tutorial from Lisa:

My favorite more voluminous tutorial from Lisa which I sometimes use for 50s looks:

Lisa's ridiculously fantastic, incredible pincurling videos that will change your entire life forever:

My first stop for 1950s-early 60s hair! This works with wet set OR dry curls, and I believe this is the video in which she uses setting lotion in a curling iron set, which worked surprisingly well for me. My hair actually looks pretty much exactly like the inspiration for this when I follow this tutorial from Ashley Marie.

Ashley Marie's extremely thorough vintage wet setting video. It's AMAZING.

And finally - Ashley Marie's curling iron set video!

I have coarse, extremely thick, naturally very wavy (almost curly) hair; keeping that in mind, here's a list of the products/tools I have found work best:

  • Lottabody Setting Lotion
    • In a little spray bottle (Walmart travel section, less than $1), 1 part lotion to 3 parts water. My pincurl queen, LisaFreemontStreet really loves Motions Foaming Wrap Lotion - I cannot get the stuff to work in my hair. Lottabody is far and away the best product I've used on my kind of hair.
  • Double-Prong Curl Clips
    • Single prong is for the weak! Seriously though, if you don't have a lot of hair single is probably okay.
  • All-Purpose Metal Clips 
    • These are the same length as the curl clips, but they can hold a lot more hair, which is awesome if you have thick/long hair. I especially like to use them in the back, when I tend to be worried a little less about sculpting the curls and am willing to put more hair in each clip.
  • Duckbill clips
    • Mmmm, dat Veronica Lake wave, doe.
  • Denman styling brush
    • I waited years and I have no idea why. It's a brush-out game changer.
  • Boar Bristle Brush 
    • Mine is a narrow, natural bristle, Goody with a thin, tapered handle that comes to a point so you can use it to section, which I love. Even as much as I love the Denman, I still find that sometimes I like having this one around to work with. If you don't have a brush or comb with a pointy or pik end with which to section, you'll definitely want one.
  • Brushable hairspray
    • Please do yourself a favor and make sure you can brush through the spray. Don't get a gorgeous brush out, spray it, run a comb through it, and then watch it all just flatten, because it'll break your heart - trust me, I found out the hard way. I just use the brighter-pink-capped Suave hairspray from Walmart - I don't think it even costs $3 a bottle and it lasts a while.
  • Bobby pins
    • Bobby pins. Not hair pins. Some tutorials will tell you to use hair pins because bobby pins will give you dents. By all means, experiment! In my experience hair pins will fall out, assuming you can get them to stay in the first place. I don't own a single hair pin, and I've set my thick hair all the way round with bobbies and not had any weird dents.
  • Frizz-Ease Secret Weapon Touch Up Creme
    • I'm going to talk with my stylist about pomades next week, but this is what I've been using in place of them. Every tutorial I watch uses pomades. Everytime I go into Sally and ask for a weak hold, frizz-controlling pomade I walk out with what feels like a sticky ball of candle wax that dirties my hair so fast it's sad. That being said - even though this isn't what I see in tutorials, Secret Weapon tames my frizzies and flyaways wonderfully and it doesn't weigh down or dirty up my hair! I can use it four days in a row on the same set and it doesn't get greasy! (Note, however, that you should wait for it to dry before you brush over it again. It doesn't take long, but if you've put on a lot and then you brush it you can and likely will brush out a lot of your curl - a mistake I frequently make when in a hurry.)
  • Hair Scarves
    • Unless you're lucky enough to spend your days at home, you're probably going to set your hair at night and sleep on it and/or want to wear it out during the day to brush it out before hitting the town at night. Either way you'll want your hair protected from tossing and turning, or have the clips covered from view. Scarves are best for sleeping in because they're light and they're breathable and they still let your hair dry at the usual rate. Bandannas or opaque scarves are nice for wearing out and about (plus to this being everyone will think you're "That Rosie the Riveter, lady, right?!" when you're really just out with curlers in.)

On a regular basis this is all I use.

I also keep hair gel, a 1/2 - 3/4" curling iron and a narrow flat iron, as well as sponge rollers, hot rollers, and brush rollers (all ConAir from Walmart) on hand, although anymore I only use these as cheats on lazy days or as last-minute saviors when something goes wrong.

Tips in General:
  • Just wetset pincurl it.
    • Yes, it takes practice. A lot of practice. Yes, you'll probably turn yourself into something resembling a poodle a few times. It's WORTH IT. Nothing holds as well, waves as beautifully, and is as workable, authentic, and long-lasting as a real, pincurl wet set. I spent years trying to cheat around it and I wish I hadn't. It's amazing and it will be worth your effort if you really want authentic looks (and you know you do. ;) )
  • Spend time getting good, clean sectioning.
    • Truuuussstttt me. Trust me.
    • Don't be shy. If you pincurled it - they're not going anywhere. Be brave, be ruthless and brush, brush, brush. (Against your hand/arm. Always. ALWAYS.) It can also help to backcomb a little while brushing out - it keeps the hair from separating back into individual curl shapes, which I have yet to find desirable for any reason.
    • No, really. If you had an alternating-row pincurl set to get that wave, IT'S THERE. I promise. Put it against your hand and keep brushing. (Sometimes I find that I also need to let the curls relax a while, depending on the look I'm trying to achieve. I can't just let my hair down and immediately have Rita's Gilda waves - that takes at least a few hours of my hair being out of the set and brushed, and often looks best on day two after sleeping on it! BUT my Rita waves are a work in progress and I'm still experimenting with different shaped sets.)
  • Flat pincurls for 1940s looks, Stand-Up/Barrel pincurls for 1950s/early 1960s looks.
    • Anything in between for personal, fusion looks when you just want vintage-esque glamour.
  • Get a vintage cut.
    • It helps SO MUCH. If you want authentic looks, this will change your life. It still styles well for modern looks (looks great straightened, naturally wavy, etc.), and it makes an incalculable difference with vintage styles. You will confuse the daylights out of some stylists if you walk in and ask for a rounded, vintage cut, and apparently some will even tell you they can't. If you live in or near central Ohio or are even planning on visiting, Kimberly Loomis has a salon called Urban Posh that operates out of the Salon Lofts on Polaris Parkway. The woman is phenomenal with cuts and color and brows, and she is the only stylist I have allowed to touch my hair for eight years. She's kind and she's knowledgeable about vintage styling. Click here to look at her Salon Lofts page - you can even book an appointment here online. (Link will open in a new window.) She worked with my vintage cutting diagrams and my own desire to keep my ridiculous length and the cut I have is just stunning. I can never say enough good things about this woman and what she can do. She's an angel.

Random Victory Roll Pointers:
  • Wind 'em around ONE finger.
    • Maybe this is just me, but I was always trying to use two because I thought it afforded me better control, but I only got a shape I loved and that would stay when I used one finger, as per the tutorial(s).
    • Of course it's annoying. Yes, you should do it anyway. They shape up so much faster and stay so much better!
  • Experiment!
    • There are so many GORGEOUS victory roll shapes that look phenomenal on other people and then utterly ridiculous on my head. We all have different hair and different face shapes and facial features. Play around with styles you like, tweaking them as you see fit. Play with the direction of a curl/roll, how deep you part your hair or if you'd like to part it in the middle, play with the number of rolls and how much hair you put in them, and - perhaps most importantly - play with where on your head you decide to secure them; develop your own, signature rolls!

Pinterest Links:
(I don't really re-write any of the captions on things I pin, so if they say something stupid or less than helpful - I [probably] didn't do it! Also, my pinterest account is an 18k+ pin black hole of 182 boards. Don't get sucked in. ;) )

Those hair setting diagrams I promised, plus some for cuts:
  • I put those here for you!  (NOTE: If you get a vintage cut, even the longest middy-cut-diagram you can find in following those links is not as long as mine. This is why I talked to my stylist, showed her pictures of Rita Hayworth and thankfully she knew what I suspected - that Rita's long waves came from a MUCH longer cut than some diagrams suggest. My hair comes down past the middle of my back, and you've probably seen how short it is when it's curled. Do not forget to take that into consideration if you go to get a cut. That probably sounds like common sense - it is, but it's so easy to forget!)

Things I Put into Q&A Format For No Good Reason:

Q: "I really don't want to learn wet sets. What's the best way to do this if I don't want to do wet sets?"
A: Wet setting it.

Q: C'mon.
A: Dry, alternating, heat-set pincurls done with a 3/4" barrel curling iron, let set for at least 15 minutes.

Q: But pincurls are such hard work. 
A: Are you asking another question or what is this?

Q: ...I don't wanna pincurl either.
A: Flat iron curls have always worked best for me if I need a really fast curl that I can style into something vintage-inspired. It won't be very authentic looking, but it will look better than typical curling-iron curls.

Q: Do you know anything about pageboys?
A: No, I'm sorry! It's on my list after the Rita waves, though, so stay tuned.

Q: Where can I purchase all of these styling tools/products?
A: Walmart and Sally is where I got all of mine! And they're always reasonably priced from my experience, which is awesome!

Q: I can't really afford all of that stuff at once - are there bare essentials I can buy first?
A: Of course. Double-prong curl clips, setting lotion and baby spray bottle, either the Denman or the Boar Bristle brush, and some hairspray should do ya'!

Q: How many curl clips do I need to buy?
A: Depends - how many does the store have in stock? Seriously, though - probably more than you think you do. I can't imagine 1 pack setting anyone's entire head. Get at least two or three, I would say.

Q: I just spent 3 hours pincurling my hair. Will it always take this long?!
A: Nope! Practice, practice, practice! I've got mine down to about an hour for an alternating-row directional set, which seems pretty good based on what my pinup friends online and tutorials say about the time commitment necessary for a wetset. Good news is - that one hour will give you up to four days of gorgeous vintage waves with no extra curling on the successive days! 15 minutes per day average is pretty great when you think about it. :)

Q: Can you teach me?!
A: I am by no means any sort of authority on this subject. Everything I know I learned from incredibly experienced pinups who have been kind enough to share their knowledge online for free. Every time someone comes to me for hair advice I am humbled and honored. That being said - I am more than happy to have my friends come over and get ready with me and show them what ropes I know about this whole vintage hair thing. I'm passionate about it and would enthusiastically share the love in whatever way will help you learn best!