I love education. As usual, Redken never fails to exceed my expectations. Although there were many new things being taught at the Spring Hair Show in Austin, Texas; Feather Extensions, Brazilian Keratin Treatments and Ombre Hair Color applications, to name a few, I am so excited to share with you one amazing application in particular.
NO FOIL HIGHLIGHTS!
If you have ever left the salon wishing the highlights were closer to the scalp, wishing the coverage around the hairline was complete, wishing the colors blended a little more instead of looking kind of stripey, then you might just want to try NO FOIL HIGHLIGHTS!
Don't get me wrong, foil highlighting will still have its place, but with NO FOIL HIGHLIGHTS, you can get the color variation you love from highlighting, but you will get ON THE SCALP coverage. They are quick, with just as much creativity in your choice of colors. In the course of a year, they are less expensive to maintain!
Save Time! Save money! Better, longer lasting results! How can you beat that?
If you have yet to try NO FOIL HIGHLIGHTING, I encourage you to try it today!
Call 214-797-3702 to book your appointment!
Currently, I accept cash or check as payment.
I look forward to seeing you soon!
Oh that little enigma, the bang. Whether fringed, angled, feathered or razored; pageboy, pixie, bubble or flat, the bang can change a hairstyle with minimal effort!
Now that I have joined that beautiful, yet wiser demographic called fifty-something, I have noticed changes. Yes, I said it! Changes I'm not sure I want others to notice. Economics notwithstanding, it begs the question bangs or botox? Surgery or scissors? Needles or notching? The incredible ability to create change with just a few inches of hair is inspiring! If you are considering a change in your hairstyle that accentuates the positive, ask me whether or not bangs are right for you.
Bangs - a simple solution to a wrinkly problem.
Tip #1. Blowdry! Blowdry! Blowdry!
When we shampoo our hair, we usually massage the hair to help loosen debris. If you can imagine that the outside layer (cuticle layer) of our hair strands are like the scales of a fish microscopically, you can also imagine that this friction will cause the scales to stand up. Conditioner (which should be used daily by all hair types) is pH balanced to lay the scales back down, and a cool rinse helps seal the cuticle layer. Even though we have done all this with the proper products (I recommend Redken products) when we allow our hair to dry naturally, not only does it take an eternity in some cases, but our hair becomes subject to the atmosphere in which we live as it dries.
On the other hand, if you BLOWDRY your hair immediately out of the shower(after towel drying, but not spending long periods of time wrapped in a towel) you will find that the products, coupled with the heat of the blow-dryer, will further lay the cuticle layer down, enhancing shine, while keeping that ultra-slick, super smooth style all day. The heat also makes the hair soft and pliable; taking the bulk out of hair that is coarse or curly.
Be sure to start blow-drying with your head upside down working from the scalp at the nape to the ends. The air will bounce off the scalp and dry the ends, but it will not bounce off the ends and dry the scalp. I love to use a large square paddle brush with ball-tipped bristles vs boar's hair or other fine bristled brushes to help break up the wet hair as the air is blowing through it. When the dry hair encounters the wet hair, it will stop the brush, so lift the brush back out of the hair while continuing to blow-dry. As the hair becomes completely dry the brush will glide smoothly through. This is how you know it is completely dry. If you miss a spot or get in a hurry and choose not to completely dry the hair, the evaporating water can increase the humidity in your hair to such a level that your style may not last, so be sure to dry it completely. At this point, some of you may feel like you have a monster on your hands but trust me and keep going!
Tip #2. Don't be afraid of styling tools.
Yes, if you go over and over the same section of hair with a hot flat iron or curling iron, it can and will damage the hair. Instead, pull a section of hair out of the lowest point at the back of your head, clip the rest up and out of the way, taking smaller sections for thicker or coarser hair and larger sections for finer straighter hair, lean to one side and bring that hair around the shoulder allowing gravity to let it hang. USE A HARD RUBBER COMB instead of your hands to comb and clamp pulling the clamped flat iron through the section from the scalp to the ends. SLOWLY comb and clamp, comb and clamp, comb and clamp, about two or three times. Even if the hair has not reached the desired result, swing the hair over to the other side and repeat TWO OR THREE TIMES, SLOWLY. Honestly, if you have not reached the desired straightness after repeating the process once or twice, your iron is not set high enough. Like I said, DON'T BE AFRAID OF STYLING TOOLS. Setting the temperature low to protect the hair, but going over it many, many times defeats the purpose of the lowered heat setting. If your hair is coarse or really curly, I set mine on the highest temperature, but then move pretty fast with the comb and clamp method.
Bring down the next section once you are happy with the first section and repeat. If you don't like the flat-to-your-head look, instead of clamping and pulling down with your iron, clamp and pull up with the sections following the first. You will still get the hair straight, but it will have some lift at the scalp. If you want even more lift, flat iron the hair while upside down and hang there for a moment or two to allow it to cool before you stand up.
Tip #3. People will see you from all angles, so look at your hair from all angles.
I hope I'm not insulting anyone by going this far, but I have seen people hold the hand-held mirror behind their head while looking in the larger mirror rather than turning around and looking at the reflection in the larger mirror with the hand-held mirror. I have to say, don't do that. You can see all your angles by looking into the hand-held mirror and checking the sides, back and top for missed spots, creases caused by the flat iron, and holes or separations in the hair. No one wants a football helmet, but we do want symmetry and continuity in the finished style. Once you are happy with the finished style, use a styling finisher to get rid of the fuzzy chicks; the not-quite-finished edges of the style that need to be pulled together to give it that finished just-from-the-salon kick.
Now, once you have finished reading this, then trying this, and you get to that point where you are thinking I am crazy or it is taking way too long, which is to say longer than about 10 to 15 minutes for most people, go to my About Trish section where you will find that I do FREE STYLE LESSONS. What is a free style lesson? You will come in to the shop with clean hair and your blow-dryer, your brushes, your styling products and I will wet your hair and watch you style it. I can evaluate what you are doing, correct what needs to be corrected, and applaud what deserves praise. This is also an opportunity for me to evaluate your styling tools and products and make recommendations there.
Have you ever moved into the best house on the block, but for the Pepto Bismol pink tiled bathroom, the avocado green appliance kitchen or the baby blue wall papered master bedroom? If you don't have the money to put into a total re-do, most designers will advise you to work with what you have. Until you can afford to change the things you don't like, make it appear that you meant to do that. Add chocolate brown and robin's egg blue accessories to the pink bathroom to pull off that Ikea look, go with the era and use other antique appliances in bright red to work with a retro vibe in that green kitchen, use more chocolate browns in the bedroom with curtains or a duvet cover to bring sophistication to that space.
Now, have you ever picked your child up from school to find something missing? Ever walked into the bathroom to see a chunk of hair in the sink, on the floor or floating in the toilet? With all that comes in childhood, I think experimenting with cutting their own hair must be at the top of most children’s' lists, don't you? As with the avocado kitchen, the pink bathroom or the blue bedroom, sometimes these are not things we want to have, but we are forced to work with them. Thankfully hair grows out faster than we can save the thousands of dollars to redo our homes, but in the meantime, this designer says, work with what you have.
If your child cuts her bangs to the scalp right in the front, I can usually shape some short chic bangs that pull off a European retro vibe that says, "I meant to do that" instead of "what in the world did you do?"
If they cut a gouge out of the side of their hair right above the ear, we cut a tiny little Victoria Beckham swing bob into the rest of her hair to shorten the time it will take to catch up, but also to draw attention to the overall haircut instead of the void over her ear. She can even tuck the hair that is left behind her ear and it will become even less noticeable.
In short - don't panic! Be creative or allow me to be creative. If you can be open to new ideas and let go of the look you might have had in mind for your budding little stylist, you might end up with a cute look that you would never have even thought of. Believe it or not, sometimes that's a good thing!
IF THIS DOES EVER HAPPEN TO YOU, DON'T HESITATE TO CALL ME. I WILL FIX IT AT NO CHARGE TO YOU. I CAN'T VERY WELL SEE ADDING INSULT TO INJURY!
Until then, keep all sharp objects out of reach of children...
I am breaking from the norm with this campaign, but I hope you still see yourselves as appreciated since I am sharing what is probably the most important information I have. Kelley is a dear friend of twenty years. She is only forty years old and although she did have her first mammogram when she turned forty, she had never done a self-breast exam. When she finally decided to try, even though she didn't feel like she knew what she was doing, she found a small "frozen pea" sized lump in her breast. When she went to the doctor to have it confirmed, it was nearly impossible to see in the mammogram they performed. They did a more detailed scan and only because they already knew where it was located did they see it. In the past she would have gone in for the mammogram, been told it was clear and not gone in again for another year. Her self-breast exam allowed her to discover the earliest stage of breast cancer that the machines did not catch.
Kelley's story is special to me; not only because she is my friend, but because her positive attitude about an otherwise dire situation has been inspiring! She has found herself braver, stronger and more able to show and share love than she has ever been in her life before cancer. She has been the epitome of, "In ALL THINGS praise God!" She has even gone so far as to thank Him for the cancer. Before her diagnosis she would have never been brave enough to speak in front of a room full of people about self-breast examination, emotional enough to say "I love you" to people she has never said those words or closer to God to whom she thought she was already close.
Since discovering her cancer, she has been tossed about by the tides of the doctors’ appointments and the storm of cancer. There has been very little inside her control and her type A personality was turned upside down. In an effort to gain some control, she wanted to be the one to decide when she lost her hair; not the chemo. Watch her hair journey as SHE DECIDES how it will be. I am honored to have been chosen to be there in some small capacity.
Please check out her inspirational story at http://feelthetatas.blogspot.com. If you know anyone going through the same thing, please share Kelley's transparent journey of ups and downs.
Video of her hair transformation
Video of Kelley's insights as she is going through her hair transformation - very inspirational!
Tips on how to tie a scarf
If you do know someone who feels the same as Kelley and wants to be in control of how and when they lose their hair, please have them call me. I will be glad to help them organize a party and go through the fun cuts before the shave or just a private experience like the one Kelley and I had together at her house.
This entry is a little more personal; some insight on me as a person and as an entrepreneur.
As I have grown in my faith into adulthood, I have found myself speaking more confidently about The Lord and how I see Him working in my life. Considering the fact that I wake each morning, I am creative, I can articulate that creativity through my hands to my clients' hairstyles, the very fact that I breathe in and out, and my heart beats hundreds of times a day is from God Himself, I have found that the very least I can do is to dedicate my business to Him. I speak openly about my faith and have had some wonderfully stimulating conversations with believers and non-believers alike. All that being said, it has been brought to my attention a time or two that maybe I should keep my faith at home. That it is not "professional". That it might turn some people off. Despite the opposition, despite the "business books", despite what "society" would have me believe, I respectfully decline the advice and go on happily living my faith wherever I am.
I don't know if any of you have noticed, but my favorite scripture is printed on my business cards. Colossians 3:23 - "Whatever you do, work at it with your whole being. Do it for the Lord rather than for men." These words help me when I don't want to do the laundry, when I don't feel like cooking after a long day, when I think of short cuts I can take in my day to day activities to get done faster and so on. They help me remember that I am dedicating the creativity, the breaths, the heartbeats all to Him, so that I can push myself to do them well no matter how I feel.
I have explained all that to tell you this story. The other day I was in a hurry. We all know how getting in a hurry, we forget things? So you can imagine how flustered I got when I hurriedly paid the gas station attendant my $40 for gas, got sidetracked putting ice and bottled water in my cooler before taking my son to his Mission Possible church camp, left my wallet full of cash, change, blank checks and thankfully one "unprofessional" "politically incorrect" business card, on the bed of my truck and drove off WITHOUT GETTING THE GAS! We were bee-bopping along, jamming to some music when I noticed my gas light come on half way to the camp. "Holy cow! I forgot the gas!" I yelled. In the process of turning around I patted down my usually full purse to notice that it was flat and empty. "Where is my wallet?" I yelled again. I could not, for the life of me, figure out where my wallet had gone. Now we are going to be late, but I must get the gas and hopefully find my wallet on the ground near the pump. While driving back to the gas station my phone rings (what did we do without cell phones?). It was a gentleman who I now call "St. Steve". He explained that he had found my wallet on the road (my wallet was holding on for dear life as he found it half a mile from the gas station I might add). He said people were driving over it and when he spotted it, he decided to TURN ALL THE WAY AROUND AND GO BACK AND GET IT! He was calling me from a Grandy's restaurant THREE MILES AWAY from the gas station where I had finally gotten to get my gas and he insisted HE WOULD COME TO ME! When he got there, I had pumped my gas and was waiting. In pulls this silver-haired good ol' boy in a truck. He hands me my wallet back as he explains to me that while searching through it to see to whom it belonged (I don't keep my I.D.s or plastic in it) he found the one lone card. He said when he saw the scripture on it he thought to himself "this must be one good lady." He assured me that all the cash was there as he got out of his truck he said, "I'm not finished." He put his hands deep into his pocket and pulled out all the change that had scattered all over the street, which he had recovered for me. "St. Steve" had no idea that the day before during the Mission Possible kick-off mass at St. Joseph's Catholic Church, I had prayed for God to bring me back. My faith had been waning. I had noticed that the music I had gravitated to, the movies I was choosing to watch, the language I would use in frustration, even my attendance at church was going downhill and I needed to be called back. God used this wingless angel named Steve to remind me that He is still there for me.
Here is wishing us all a "St. Steve" moment. To my fellow believers, I ask that you all say a prayer for this stranger named Steve and remember, despite politics, society or business etiquette, we should all wear a little bit of Christ on our sleeves!
May God bless you and keep you!
I want to thank the many of you who prayed for me, my family, and especially my mother as she battled cancer over the past year. I want to thank you also for your patience while my brothers, sisters, and I cared for her together in her last month of life. Nothing, but God can prepare us for the loss of a loved one. I thank Him each and every day for allowing me to be the daughter of such an amazing woman. I wanted to share with you some of the cherished things written about my mother, so that you may know her better, and in turn, know me better as well.
I don't know how many of you know this, but we have a priest in the family. My brother, Father David Konderla who is Director of Campus Ministry and Pastor at St. Mary's Catholic Church in College Station, Tx. (Now Bishop of Tulsa) He bravely delivered this Homily at our mother's funeral Mass where nearly twenty fellow priests stood in attendance to support him and our family, as well as a church that seats six hundred, which was standing room only, full of people whose lives my mother touched.
“The souls of the just are in the hands of God, and no torment shall touch them.”
Given how things have gone, pretty good news, wouldn’t you say? For those of us who knew of the distress of mom’s illness, knowing that no torment can touch her any longer is very good news.
And yet, since we know this with our heads and believe it with our hearts, how do we account for the lead weight that sits right here in the middle of our chest, and why is our breath constricted in a sob when we see her picture or think of her?
Admittedly it is a rhetorical question; the answer is not hard to divine.
Mom was our nurse, our counselor, our disciplinarian, the C.I.A., the F.B.I., the public works department of our family, she was our tailor, our cook, our chauffeur, our catechist and much more. In Spanish there is a term for mother, “alma de la casa,” meaning, the soul of the house. Mom was certainly the soul of our house and now we miss her.
But deeper still, why did she do these things with her life?
Among the many photos on display these past few days is one that is my favorite and it is also in the program for the Mass today. Go ahead and look, I won’t be offended. I call it the “Hollywood starlet pose photo.” It depicts her head cast sideways resting on her hands and I believe is designed to show off her brand-new engagement ring.
It is my favorite because it shows mom before she was “mom” to anyone. She was Ann Louise Hoffman, a devout young woman of 24 or 25 years of age who had already completed her training as a nurse, an occupational choice that gives us some glimpse into her thinking at that time; she wanted to spend her life caring for others. Judging by her piety, can we not assume that she wanted to imitate her Lord precisely in His giving Himself away for others?
Already at that young age she had formed a plan to have a large family. When they were dating, she once asked Dad how many children he thought he would like to have. Dad said, “well, three or four, or a few.” He asked her, “how many children do you want to have?” She immediately responded, “twelve.” And like most young men in the presence of a Hollywood starlet, he was rendered mute and could not flee, so he came along with her.
Now, a devout and pious young woman, intelligent, already trained as a nurse, could not have been so naive as to think that with such a large family she would spend her time drinking hot toddies and eating bon bons. No, she had already to know that to carry out such a plan would cost her everything. In imitation of her Lord, she would have to give her whole life to it.
She made herself like Christ. She did not do it perfectly. This is not some storybook figure we are talking about, but she did it so heroically that we all fell in love with her.
Which brings us back to the lead weight in the chest that we started with. Why is it there? It is there because we love her and now miss her.
But can you see then that the very source of our grief is itself, at the same time, the very assurance of our joy because we know by faith that those who loved the Lord now live with Him. So that every sigh of ours must surely end in a smile remembering the heroic way she imitated Christ and how faithful He is to His disciples.
And for those of us who have loved her and do not want to lose her, I am sure this is all of us, we have but to live in imitation of the Lord as she did and some part of her stays with us until that day when we will see her again.”
I don't know how my brother was able to deliver such an amazing homily without one crack of his voice or one tear shed. I know there was not a dry eye in the rest of the church!
The night before my mother's funeral, I was awakened in the middle of the night with this poem pouring out of me. I immediately arose, found paper and pen, and desperately scribbled these words lest I lose them before morning.
"Thanks for letting me..."
Thanks for letting me know you love me by your Cross and Resurrection.
Thanks for teaching all of us the one and only direction.
Passing through the generations from my mom, to me, to my child, that you are The Way.
It is because of this teaching I can say,
Thanks for letting me joyfully hand over my mom until that final day.
I love you Mom!
Your Patricia Ruth
And finally, I am posting her obituary. My brothers, sisters and I sat around the dining table together, each of us putting in our two cents about our mother. I miss you Mom!
In loving memory of my dear sweet beloved mother, Ann Louise Konderla
April 16, 1936 - January 25, 2012
In the early hours of January 25, 2012, Ann Louise Konderla, holding strong to her faith in Jesus, and with her loving husband and children around her, reached out her hand for the prize she had cherished her entire life–being escorted into heaven by our Savior.
Ann's life was one of unselfish love and service. She steadfastly raised a Christ-centered family and graciously exemplified a devoted wife, faithfully served Jesus and the Church, and compassionately provided many services to the community at large.
During her decades-long career as a labor and delivery nurse, Ann served innumerable mothers across the state by calmly assisting them with the birth of their children. She took off a few years to have children of her own, then Ann continued her career as a nurse, providing love, understanding and thanksgiving to those in her care. She even helped to bring some of her own grandchildren into the world.
In the Church communities where Ann lived, she served as a catechist, sang in the choir, participated actively in the Altar Society, held multiple offices in the Women's Guild, earned the honor of being named Diocesan Woman of the Year, and most recently, enjoyed many rich relationships while a member of Age Managers.
Among the many who loved her, and whom she loved, she is survived by her husband, David Konderla; as well as her children, Ann Hall and husband Jimmy; Fr. David Konderla; Mary Fagan, husband James, and children Seth and Sean; Nita Wilson, husband Rusty, and children Hannah, Samuel, Abigail; James Konderla, wife Jackie, and children Cory, Ashley, as well as Wesley and wife Rachel and daughter Jamie; Margaret Alexander, husband Mike and daughter Savannah; Kevin Konderla, wife Gina and children Austin and Hunter; Tim Konderla, wife Stacy and children Thomas, Gayle and Jonathan; Patricia Kahlich, husband Joseph, and son Simon; Cathy Caroon, husband Lonnie, and children Paige, Rachel and Meredith; Joe Konderla; and Chuck Konderla, wife Lori, and children Matthew, Sara, Mark, John and Erika. She is also survived by her siblings: James Hoffman and wife June; Charles Hoffman and wife Priscilla; Marynell Konderla and husband Bob; Carol Palazzo and husband Bob; and Susan Honeycutt and husband Ron, as well as her numerous loving nieces and nephews.
She is being reunited in Heaven with her mother, Mary Hoffman; father, Charles Hoffman; sister, Margaret Bindel and husband Ken; and grandson, Robert Jasmine.
Being a catechist herself and a staunch supporter of the educators of the Catholic faith, the family requests in lieu of flowers, donations may be made to St. Joseph Catholic School in Bryan, Texas.