Thursday, September 16, 2010

Split Ends

Though it defies logic, since I’m still cash strapped and living in limbo, I had a pretty great Summer. Summer’s over now though. Well, according to the calendar, Summer won’t really be over until next week, but the leaves are already starting to change colors. There’s a chill in the air. I’ve been wearing lovely jewel toned sweaters…. (OK... OBVIOUSLY none of that is true! :) School has started again, though, which means that whether it’s official or not, it’s Fall.

It also means that I am substitute teaching again. (Though my Summer did include some fun surprises, none of them were a book contract/a five or six figure advance, an offer letter for my dream job, a winning lottery ticket or a wealthy, handsome gentleman seeking my hand in marriage.)

Yesterday, I subbed for a Cosmetology class at the high school. Did this kind of class exist when I was in high school? I really don’t know. If it did, I know I didn’t take it given that I was all wrapped up in those pesky college prep courses, which were supposed to all but guarantee my stable financial future.

If we did have Cosmetology at my high school, I can’t imagine that the classroom was anything like this one. Honestly, I half way expected to see an aging Frankie Avalon come sauntering in with the Pussy Cat dolls and performing a hip hop version of Beauty School Drop Out.

In my Baby Boomer mind, high school classrooms have gray floors, desks, chalkboards and pencil sharpeners. They don’t have black and white checked floors, pricy electronic equipment, capes, adjustable chairs with dryer hoods and bins of mannequin heads with eyes that would scare Chucky.




What really blew my mind though, wasn’t the appearance of the classroom. It was the lesson plan. The students in three of the classes were supposed to either style their own hair or work their magic on the mannequin heads. The other three classes were supposed to watch The Style Network’s show, Split Ends, and then answer a few questions about the episode they saw.
For those of you not in the know, Split Ends is the salon version of ABC’s Wife Swap. A stylist from one type of salon temporarily trades lives with a stylist from another type of salon and hijinx ensue.
For example, in one of the episodes we watched on Wednesday, a glorified barber who generally comes to work in flats and no makeup and who works at a salon/antique shop in rural Washington state which caters to a local logging community trades places with the owner of an East Coast high end salon known for its very fashion forward, highly trained staff. The Washington state salon charges around $20 for cut and its counterpart charges somewhere in the several hundred dollar range for a precision cut and color.

It was another one of the many out of body experiences I have had since my hiatus from corporate America. Here I was being paid to watch bad reality tv while bored 17 year olds whispered back in forth about what they're going to wear to homecoming. Anyway, I left school yesterday afternoon a little more current on teen fashion and more grateful than ever that I don’t live in a community where I have to look at plaid flannel, decoy ducks and old furniture when it’s time to get my hair cut and colored.

What did you do yesterday? Did you go to Hot Heads? If you were smart, you did. (See my last post about the advantage of going to Hot Heads on a Wednesday.)
Wishing you a day with no Split Ends. Be back soon! The HHG

Wednesday, September 1, 2010

TGIW - Thank God It's Wednesday! :)

When it comes to days of the week, I think we all agree that Saturday and Sunday are by far the hippest, coolest, most fabulous ones on the calendar. Following a close third is Friday. Whether it’s a paycheck you’re after … or a hot date… or after work cocktails …. or a high school football game, Friday can usually pull it out of its hat. In fact, so celebrated is Friday that it even inspired a national restaurant chain*.



*I used to work at one of those restaurants, by the way, right after I graduated from college. My parents were thrilled! :) Working at Friday’s was just like college too. I learned a lot of stuff that is not helping me pay the bills in 2010 and I was exposed to things that were not part of the life I knew as a Winter Park teen. I learned to carry five glasses at a time. I learned how to garnish a chicken fried steak dinner. I learned that I probably shouldn’t wear red & white stripes and I was introduced to a number of outwardly very appealing things that the smarter girls knew were only meant to be enjoyed in moderation, then set aside… specifically Long Island Ice Teas, Brie cheese and the man I ended up marrying.

If Friday, Saturday and Sunday are the favorite days, Monday is the red headed stepchild. Who doesn’t share Karen Carpenter’s take on the day in the 60s era hit Rainy Days and Mondays… or the perspective offered by The Mamas & The Papas in Monday, Monday? Who among us didn’t feel creeped out by The Boomtown Rats’ I Don’t Like Mondays and whose blood pressure didn’t climb at the start of the work week when The Bangles’ Manic Monday came on the radio?

If I were Tuesday, Wednesday or Thursday, I’m sure I’d be tempted to pull the covers over my head and just stay in bed. Between the three show off days and all of the exciting things they have to offer and the unsavory day stealing more than its share of the spotlight with all of its gloom and negativity, it would be so easy for Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday to just feel overshadowed and unappreciated. It would be so easy for them to buy into the whole “Middle of the Week” stereotype and just throw in the towel and not even try to compete.

Sadly, it appears that Tuesday and Thursday have done exactly that. As days go, they just don’t stand out. They’re boring. They seem to run together and as a general rule, the public seems quite eager to hurry them along so as to hasten the arrival of their more glitzy, glamorous calendar mates. Sure Thursday made an effort about a decade ago with its NBC “Must See TV” line up, but since then it’s brought absolutely nothing to the table. As of today, Thursday barely has a pulse …and Tuesday? Tuesday has yet to even suit up for the game. It’s kind of tragic when you think about it.

Anyway, I could go off on a tangent about Tuesday and Thursday’s unrealized potential or I could do something more positive and direct your attention to a day that is much more deserving… the unsung hero of the week… Wednesday! I think I’ll do the latter! I’m an unabashed Wednesday fan and if you have a few moments, I’d like to tell you some of the reasons why.

You know that kid in school who made a name for himself despite that fact that he had neither a flashy sports car he had gotten as a birthday gift from the parentals … nor a genius level IQ … nor the athletic prowess of the kids who set county records and who lettered in every sport … nor the effortless good looks of homecoming royalty? Well, Wednesday is just like that kid. Wednesday refuses to get lost in the crowd, but it won’t sink to Monday’s level in order to get its recognition. Wednesday just works harder.

Wednesday has branded itself as a day to celebrate. In addition to the fact that it’s known in the professional arena by it’s nickname “hump day”, a nod to it’s role as the official half way point of the workweek, it also answers to the name “short day” in local academic circles. This is because, as every Central Florida parent, teacher, student and administrator knows, Wednesday’s final school bell rings about an hour sooner than any other day’s.

When it comes to TV, Wednesday’s offerings are among the finest. I have a niece who does her homework earlier every Wednesday night during American Idol season so she won’t miss a minute of the results show and there has been some talk among my circle of friends about initiating a standing Glee viewing party every Wednesday night this Fall.

Even the name Wednesday has a broad appeal. Like Tuesday (i.e. Tuesday Weld) and Sunday (Sunday Rose Kidman), Wednesday has reached out of it’s comfort zone to become not only the name of a day of the week, but the name of a real person and/or television character. While I am fairly sure that somewhere in this great land there lives a Wednesday Smith or a Wednesday Jones, I know for certain that there was a Wednesday Adams and that makes me smile.


Anyway, I could go on and on about all of Wednesday’s wonderful attributes, but I won’t because I don’t want you to spend your day at your computer reading about Wednesday. I want you to get out and enjoy your Wednesday. :) I’ll close with some news that I’m sure will make you happy. I just found out that Wednesday has offered up another gem. Wednesday is now a day where you can get more beautiful for even less money. Though I can’t give you all the details as they will vary from week to week, Hot Heads is now running every Wednesday specials. Want to know what they are? Pick up the phone and find out. 407-671-0480.

Well, I’m off to enjoy my day! Happy hump day and happy short day and happy get beautiful for less money day! Be back soon! The HHG

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! :)