Dear Tatiana and Marcus,
It has come to my attention that your current blog at Wilhelmina needs help. As I couldn’t find it on the home page, I thought you might be in need of a blog writer to help you.
For the past year I have been blogging at https://blueeyedblonds.com/2015/06/12/the-sad-boy-and-the-sad-girl-continued/. I have 458 followers and growing with every blog post.
Below you will find what I hope will be the first installment of your new blog.
If you like it and would like to discuss having me blog for Wilhelmina, I can be reached at annamariecoticelli@gmail.com
I hope you are enjoying your summer!
AnnaMarie, also known as Goldilocks and Filomena’s Mom
BLOG MAKEOVER
By Blue Eyed Blonds of a Certain Age
Everyone knows two types of people- the one who will say you look great no matter your poor fashion choices, and the one who will tell you to change your outfit because large Hawaiian flower print is not becoming on you.
The first type of person feels threatened and wants to look better than you. They will let you walk out of the house looking less than your best. The worse you look, the better they look.
The second type loves you enough to tell you the truth.
How important are your fashion choices?
Take for example the magnificent beauty Sophia Hellqvist. Have you seen how beautiful she looked as she married her Prince Charming Sweden’s Prince Carl? The dress, the make-up, the jewelry, the flowers were all to perfection. The love is shining on both of their faces. And there, on the 9th picture down, as Prince Carl struggles with the wedding ring, the Daily Mail photographs her neck tattoo.
Where were Sophia’s friends? Oh, there they are keeping her company in the tattoo parlor and smirking behind their hands because they could foresee photographers would just focus on the wearable art and not on her elation as she married the love of her life.
At least it wasn’t a freakin butterfly or a cluster of Chinese characters that no one understands.
I hope the generic compass rose tattoo has pointed poor Sophia into the direction of better friends. I wish both Sophia and her Prince Charming a lifetime of enchantment in each others arms. Hopefully she will never ask her friends for relationship advice.
The current age, is a Shakespearean fantasy. “All the world’s a stage” with digital photography and the internet cataloging your every fashion triumph and misstep.
I had very long hair at the age of 20. After a life altering emotional incident, I cut it to shoulder length.
When I went into the Italian restaurant I worked at, the owner’s cousin, who was a hairdresser, said to me with a frown on his face, “Who did that to your hair? Come into my salon tomorrow. I have to fix it- no charge because you are a beautiful girl but the hair has to change.”
Now that’s a true friend.
When my sister Lovelilly and I walked into the salon the next morning, he was not there but his portly Neapolitan father was.
He said in his Italian accented English, “My son-na got-ta little drunka last night. He’s a not a comin in. He didn’t-a do that to a you hair did he?’”
At this point Lovelilly puts on her best Italian accent and says, “Your son-na no give-a her thata haircut.” You could just hear the smirk in her voice as she took stock of the old man.
His son was at home on his knees worshiping the Porcelain God but he didn’t care. He looked up to heaven and made the sign of the cross thanking God that his kid was not responsible for such a bad haircut.
He said “AnnaMaria do you-a trust me?”
Many people in my life had just finished spectacularly proving they were not trustworthy. I said “Go ahead, Marcello, do what you want.”
He wet my hair with a spray bottle. No, he didn’t wash it. Put a cape on me and turned the chair away from the mirror.
He pulled out his scissors, no comb, and his hands began to fly faster than Edward Scissorhands.
I watched Lovelilly watching him. Her mouth dropped open and her eyes grew wide in horror.
I saw 8 inch pieces of my hair landing on the salon floor. I didn’t care. I was sunk in a deep depression and the hairdresser knew it.
He was done cutting in less than 2 minutes. As I was moussed and dried, Lovelilly’s face broke into a smile. “It looks fabulous,” she said.
When the chair was turned and I looked in the mirror, I did indeed look fabulous!
One haircut put confidence back in me. I may have felt sick at heart, it might have taken a few decades to heal, but on the outside I looked beautiful.
That haircut, on the cutting edge of fashion, was the first step that led me away from the edge of sorrow. By the way, 6 months later Madonna had the same hairstyle.
I have the words, Lovelilly has the fashion sense. Together we are Blue Eyed Blonds of a Certain Age.
We invite you to come with us as we go shopping for some new words to bring this blog into the 21st Century. We hope you enjoy it.
Goldilocks
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