Tuesday, August 31, 2010

Back From The Brink

I have heard that in parts of the country people put logs in their fireplace. What I have in mine is a blue beta fish, who, up until about two hours ago, went by the name Michael Phelps.

As you may recall, my beta’s namesake got himself in quite the imbroglio about a year and a half ago when a compromising photo of him surfaced. I can only imagine what was going on in his head back then. He was probably thinking, “Wow. I feel like I want to die."

Here’s what my Michael Phelps was thinking during his recent moment of crisis. “WAAAHH! I don’t want to die! Somebody please save me! Unconsciousness is imminent. There’s a giant black and white beast with Zombie - like eyes lapping up my world.
For the love of God, somebody please do SOMETHING ...NOW!”

Thankfully, I walked in just in the nick of time. I reminded Brandy that her water bowl is in the kitchen and I made a beeline for the tap. I then grabbed the AquaSafe out of the catchall drawer, added a few drops and crossed my fingers. Thankfully Michael Phelps made it.

So… the fish formerly known as Michael Phelps is now known as Lazarus. He’s back from the brink. Just like my blog. Have you missed it? Have you missed me? Hope so. Be back again tomorrow! The HHG

Wednesday, July 21, 2010

Hot Weather... Hot Deal

Seems like we went from a steady diet of ten below zero (or at least that's what it felt like) temps last Winter to thermometers consistently registering in the 90 - 100 degree range. The calendar says we did have a Spring this year, but I can't find a single Central Floridian who can remember it.

Anyway, if you, too, are wilting in the heat and humidity, I've got some good news. For the remainder of July, Hot Heads is offering 1/2 off the price of a haircut with the purchase of any product.

Just wanted to pass that along! Hope you're staying cool and hope you're looking hot. Have a great Thursday! The HHG :)

Tuesday, July 20, 2010

The Rolling Stones of Hair Design

In 1968, I was wearing white go go boots, a pixie cut and Pucci – esque sleeveless floral dresses to the Mod Flower Girls Club meetings which took place during recess on my South Florida Elementary School playground.


In 1968, Barry Rovelto, hair stylist extraordinaire and co-owner of Hot Heads Salon in the Seminole Towne Center, was learning the principles of hair design at The Graduate Park Institute in Connecticut. Those courses marked the beginning of Barry’s formal training in the field. Since then, he has spent a significant amount of time on both sides of the classroom, learning new trends and techniques and sharing his expertise with up and coming stylists. During his career, Barry has worked as an Art Director and Manager for a well known chain of international hair salons. He has been an instructor/owner at a Hairdressing Academy. He has worked as an adjunct professor at a couple of local Community Colleges (both Daytona Beach Community College and Brevard Community College). He has presented at numerous seminars. He has participated in multiple hair shows and he has owned and operated several high end salons. Not bad for a guy who originally got into the profession because it paid fairly well and because it was a good way to meet women.

Fast forward to 2010… the former bachelor with the innate talent for making women look beautiful is now a happily married man who is widely recognized as being one of the top hairstylists in Central Florida. Staying relevant for over four decades in a field defined by ever changing trends and by the ability to make men and women look youthful, current and attractive is no small feat. That he’s been able to do this while maintaining a loving partnership and a long standing marriage with a women equal in talent, drive, business acumen and intellect and that together the Roveltos have raised a family and weathered the ups and downs of an ever changing economy while staying on the top of their field, is even more impressive. (Makes me think I’m getting my hair styled by the Rolling Stones of hair design. Though they’ve been doing this for a while, I don’t know a young upstart out there who can hold a candle to either one of them.)

Barry and his wife, Diane, met at the Tressa Training Program, also in Connecticut, in the early 1970s.



(This was Diane’s entry into the profession, but, as with Barry, it represented but the tip of the iceberg of her training and teaching work. Diane has worked with big name color vendors. She has done hair and make up for The Miss Florida Pageant. She has facilitated seminars and participated in hair shows. She has been nationally recognized. She has worked as an instructor at a Hairdressing Academy. She was an international hair salon’s Chemical Art Director and she has also co-owned and operated several salons.)

What started as both an attraction and a mutual respect between a then student and an instructor at a technical training program has blossomed into a thirty year marriage and a very successful professional partnership. According to Barry, he was crazy about Diane from the get go and says that even today, all these years later, there is still no one he’d rather spend time with. Per Barry, it is a privilege that he gets to work so closely with his wife. Far from considering it an obstacle to their marriage, he considers the fact that they both live and work together an asset and a gift. As an adult child of divorce and a gal whose been pretty badly burned in the relationship arena, I find this sentiment so refreshing and I admire and respect the Roveltos for this almost as much as I admire their talents. It is clear that both Barry and Diane share the same personal values and vision for their salon and that both have a very strong work ethic and commitment to quality.

What the Roveltos bring to hair design is both rare and valuable. They have been able to combine genuine talent, an almost unprecedented volume of experience, a love of and dedication to their field, a knowledge of what’s new and hot, a commitment to customer service and a sense of fun and friendship. This combination of skills and abilities is what has earned them the loyalty of their many long term clients, some of whom drive into the salon from as far as Tampa and Cocoa Beach and some who schedule school trips home around their hair appointments. I understand this!

If I was having open heart surgery, I would want a seasoned, knowledgeable and highly experienced surgeon who stays current in his field, who is knowledgeable about all of the new research and who isn’t afraid of technology to be holding that scalpel when the anesthesiologist puts me under. I wouldn’t want a cardiologist who was fresh out of medical school, nor would I want someone whose hands were shaky and whose personal medical library consisted only of decades old textbooks and outdated periodicals. I want the same level of experience and expertise from those who style my hair. With Barry and Diane and the Hot Heads team, I get this.

As I’ve mentioned before on this blog, I was initially referred to Hot Heads by a young, fashion forward former co-worker (and current friend :) whose sleek, dark tresses have been featured on the pages of a number of fashion and travel magazines. I figured if Hot Heads was good enough for her, it was more than good enough for me.

I went to Hot Heads because I heard they were the best and because I was impressed with their handiwork. I have continued going because I was amazed at what they’ve been able to do with a far inferior canvas. (As I have also mentioned, I remain disappointed that they have not been able to make me 5’10, Asian and so physically striking that one look at me might cause male coworkers to do things like walk into walls and mumble disjointed thoughts about potential future offspring and the origin of my last name (Yes, that’s an inside joke), but given that this is the only way Barry and Diane and the entire Hot Heads team have ever let me down, I’ve decided to forgive them for this. What they have been able to do with my hair, which is now naturally about 80% pepper and 20% salt and a texture which I equate with an object best used to scrub caked on food off of a stack of dirty dishes, is remarkable.

Hot Heads is different than a lot of other salons in that it isn’t staffed by Jacks and Jills of all trades. The Hot Heads professionals are specialists. This is by design. Barry and Diane both believe that having a team of colorists and a separate team of stylists is in the best interest of their valued clients.

The Hot Heads colorists are highly trained experts who understand the effect their quality products will have on an individual’s particular hair texture and natural shade. They know which hues work best together and which are most flattering to which complexions. They know where highlights fall naturally and they know just where the eye will travel when it takes in a person’s overall appearance. They are able to create drama when drama is what’s desired. If it’s subtlety that’s the order of the day, they apply just the right color combinations with just the right touch in order to create a look reminiscent of that client’s childhood mane. As I’ve said before here, I really do think, Diane, is a coloring genius. (I still think God ought to consider offering her a little contract work each fall so we can have exquisitely colored leaves on our trees like they do up north.)

The stylists at Hot Heads are so cutting edge. They can (and will) do “understated girl next door” if that’s the look a client wants, but they are also capable of creating some real show stopping dos – the kind that cause men to crane their heads for a second look and women to ask for referrals.

Barry and Diane are perfectionists. They take a great deal of pride in their workmanship and it’s obvious that they take their craft very seriously. They are committed to doing their best work with every single client and they expect the same talent, dedication and attention to detail from everyone who works for them. I have always admired this. When they hire new associates, they aim to hire the best and they commit to ongoing professional development.

Outside of work, Barry and Diane enjoy spending time with their two grown children and with their beloved dogs. They live a good distance from the salon, but they consider the drive a worthwhile trade off for the enjoyment they get from having a good sized tract of land, some privacy and a place where they can get outdoors and really enjoy our beautiful state.

Barry and Diane Rovelto are very talented, highly experienced individuals who run a top notch family owned and operated Central Florida business. That in itself is enough to make me want to support them. When you throw in the fact that I like them both as people and that they make sure I look and feel like a million bucks when I leave their salon, it’s clear to see why I’m such a big fan.

I write a lot on this blog about how happy I am when I leave Hot Heads, but I haven’t written nearly enough about why I feel that way. Perhaps this little snapshot into who the salon’s owners are and exactly what they bring to the table has helped explain that. Hope to see you at the salon 407-671-0480!

The HHG

Tuesday, July 6, 2010

Red, White & Blue - Not the Only Great Color(s) I Saw on the 4th

I forgot to mention one one other beautiful sight I saw on Sunday! Since I last saw my friend, Lisa, she got her hair colored at Hot Heads. I saw her briefly at the finish line as she was heading out to her car. (Lisa does a pretty convincing Joan Benoit Samuelson imitation at these events. On my my personal best day in years, she finished ten+ minutes ahead of me.)

Anyway, even windblown and drenched in sweat, her new do caught my eye. I couldn't believe how great her hair looked. She already looks like she sleeps in that contraption Austin Powers was emerging from at the beginning of his first movie. (She hasn't aged in years.) Now, if it's possible, she looks even better.

Looking to take a few years off as well... 407-671-0480. :) Have a great week! The HHG

Monday, July 5, 2010

Red, White & Blue - Three Colors That Never Go Out of Style!

A musical take on my day yesterday (if I was Nancy Sinatra :)


These feet are made for jogging. Yesterday that’s what they did
They ran the Watermelon 5K with some gal pals and a kid
A massive throng of people decked out in patriotic gear
Worked their way through downtown streets. ‘Twas enough to bring a tear.
These feet are also made for walking… last night in these flip flops
I walked the beach and saw fireworks and dodged a few rain drops.

I love the 4th of July! It’s one of my very favorite holidays! Yesterday was a particularly fun 4th, because I spent quite a few hours of it over at New Smyrna Beach. It was wonderful! There is nowhere in the world I’d rather spend Independence Day than at the beach!

At the beach, you get all of the sparkle and spectacle of the day, with the added bonus of surf, sun and snacks, and you get to enjoy it all without having to deal with crowds and traffic jams. I just love that! There’s something about sitting in a folding chair watching spontaneous celebrations erupt for miles in either direction while listening to the waves break and enjoying a frosty beverage or two that reminds me just how much I love this country!

I spent several hours last evening walking barefoot in the sand and enjoying a friend’s beach house cookout. It was a fun crowd! A friend of a friend twisted a college kid's :) arm about a week ago in order to make sure we’d all get to enjoy the most impressive fireworks display. The effort paid off! In very close proximity to the house and mere yards from the shore, big boxes of explosives were set off in the minutes before and after the beach patrol passed. (I’m fairly sure state lines were crossed, a respectable sum of money dispensed and lives and limbs risked in order to make this happen.) Though there were fireworks everywhere we looked last night, among the most colorful and amazing were those that materialized right in front of us as we stood on the third floor deck while enjoying a little vino and listening to some great music!

I loved the feeling of accomplishment after running the 5K. I was entertained by the sprinting stature of liberty and the sea of red white and blue. I took a one day respite from eating properly and did some real damage at the buffet table (YUM!) and I spent time with some really great people. Though we did have a little encounter with “liquid sunshine”, it passed quickly. All in all, it was an awesome, unforgettable day!

Hope your day was memorable too!. Hope today is even better! Paint your toenails red, pull your hair back in a ponytail, relax, hang out with the people you love, eat a little potato salad and a brownie or two and listen to Lee Greenwood. God bless the USA! :)

Monday, June 28, 2010

Central Flor'da Girls, We're Unforgettable!

So I’ve got a new favorite song in my workout playlist: Katy Perry’s California Gurls [sic]. What a fun, catchy tune! I don’t even detest running as much when it’s playing. I just hear the beat and imagine myself running in the surf in Daisy Dukes and a bikini looking like I did back in college. Yes, a few of the lyrics in this one are a tad on the racy side and Katy’s certainly not giving the Florida delegation its due, but all’s good. Whenever I like the tune of a song, but have problems with a lyric or two, I simply change them in my head. For example: California Girls can easily be sung as Central Flor’da Girls, no??

Anyway, speaking of changing lyrics, I thought you might enjoy a little ballad I “wrote” :) (ha!) to honor my favorite salon. It should be sung to the tune of the Beach Boys’ California Girls.

How’s your hair looking? If it’s not fine, fresh, fierce and unforgettable, it’s time to pick up the phone and call Hot Heads 407- 671-0480.

I Wish they All Could Be Hot Heads Salons!

East Coast salons are cool. I like the way they style gals’ hair.
And the Southern ones, with the way they cut… Wow! They’ve really got that flair!
In the Midwest, those salons…they really do it right.
And the Northern Ones? They’re so good with foil. They make their clients’ hair a pleasant sight.

But I wish they all could be Hot Heads Salons!
(Wish they all could be Hot Heads Salons!)
Yeah, I wish they all could be Hot Heads Salons!

The West Coast pros put in highlights that’ll turn the head of any man.
Their peers in other places create great looks too, then reach for a hairspray can
I been all round this great big world. Yeah, I seen straight locks and curls
But I couldn’t wait to get back to my state
Back to the best salon in the world.
Yeah, I wish they all could be Hot Heads Salons!

Sunday, June 27, 2010

Now Playing in our Neighborhood: Jersey Girl

As I have mentioned before on this blog, I am currently more economically challenged than I care to be and because of this, I have had to do without a few things a gal should not have to do without. Case in point: cable. Because I don’t currently have cable, I have not had the pleasure of spending any time with the cast of Jersey Shore. (Well, more accurately, I haven’t spent any time with them for two reasons: 1) because of my annoying lack of funds and the related absence of cable, and 2) because I would probably have to put a bullet in my head, which would likely mess up my hair. I do know the group by reputation, however, given that I have an honorary PhD in pop culture. :) I just haven’t watched the show.

It occurs to me that I may soon find myself in the company of Snooki and the gang as they have been spending quite a bit of time in our fair state. (Several episodes of season two of their show will be set in South Florida - in a retirement community, on South Beach....) Obviously the hospitable thing for me to do, as an almost native - I had a little plastic Sunshine State license plate on the back of my tricycle - would be to reach out to these newcomers and clue them in as to how things are done down here.

Though I have not watched Jersey Shore, I do have some knowledge about the life they are used to living: a) My family on my Dad’s side moved directly from Ireland to New Jersey and spent several decades there before moving to Florida, and b) I’ve read most of the Stephanie Plum books.

Anyway, without further ado, I’d like to share my open letter to the most well known of the Garden State delegation:

Dear Snooki,

First of all, welcome! Grab some Orange Juice, pour some vodka in it if you must, and make yourself at home. If you’ve got a few minutes, I thought I’d provide a little info and couple of suggestions which might prove helpful to you during your stay here:

1) That sandy tract of land east of your temporary place of residence is called the beach. Shore is the last name of one of Benny Goodman’s contemporaries and a homonym for an affirmative answer.

2) Tanning beds went out with rubix cubes down here. We choose to look sun kissed, not sun groped and to do so, we go to the beach wearing our SPF 30 or we apply a little Jergens Natural Glow Foaming Daily Moisturizer. You’re looking a little too “Ross in that Friends spray tan episode” for our tastes. You might want to tone it down a bit.

3) Please don’t take this the wrong way, but Snooki sounds like a euphemism for an arthropod mating ritual. As nicknames go it’s just not cute and it will fit in here as well as Jim Bob or Hoss or John Boy would, which is to say, it won’t. You have a pleasant enough sounding first name. Are you sure you wouldn’t rather go with Nicki or Nicole during your stay?

4) Let me introduce you to another six letter word starting with “s” – subtle. At the risk of hurting your feelings, it means, well, kind of the opposite of you. My mother used to say, “leave something to the imagination”. (That usually came towards the beginning of her “Why buy the cow when you can get the milk for free?” speech.) I think she had a point. You might want to consider dialing it back a bit in your fashion choices. Short skirts have their place, especially in South Beach, but a short skirt + cleavage + too much make up + a crazy fake tan is just too darn much.


5) Most importantly, you must do something about that hair! You are an attractive enough girl. Not sure if you’re going for Elvira or Sarah Palin or something in between, but whatever you’re doing is missing the mark. Might I suggest a salon a few hours upstate?

On a positive note, I’ve seen Tastykakes at Publix, so no worries. You’re not completely in alien territory. Give my regards to The Situation and enjoy your stay.

Yours Sincerely,

The HHG