HE IS REALLY JUST THAT GOOD! MARCO PELUSI!!

Ladies, I'm a believer!  From as far away as New York City my glossed and conditioned hair, courtesy of Marco Pelusi, draws rave reviews, on Broadway and off.  Not only that, but ever since Meg was kind enough to share my email with him, Marco has been checking in on me by email to make sure I am satisfied with his products.  What a sweetie! 

When it comes to brutalizing my hair stories…I have a history of stories, it’s amazing I even have hair left, but apparently one strong feature I do have is strong ass hair!  My hair has survived SO many personality reincarnations and continues to hang on, just waiting to see what restructuring hair molecule rendition I have in mind next!  I have had brown, black, platinum, auburn, and my favorite, golden blonde hair! (This doesn’t count all the foiled in colors and mistake colors I have experienced either!)  I think one of my best ‘turned out to be a happy ending to an outrage situation’ story is as follows…Again, long ago and far away our story begins with me having a “I think I’ll change my hair color again!” moment…I bought an over the counter color that was blue/black after seeing this color on another woman and it was rivetingly stunning I tell you!!!!  To back up a bit…back in my younger days I was trying to get into modeling or in movies or television; something exciting… anyway…I got a call to be an extra in a movie (Grumpier Old Men) just prior to my desire to change my hair color!  Now my modeling photo that I had sent in showed me as an auburn/brunette woman so what the hell I was thinking in putting this blue/black into my hair…well obviously my brain was out to lunch somewhere!  So I went ahead and colored my hair and when I took the towel off it was “The Sea Hag Meets The Wicked Witch of the West!”  Black was SO not my color!  My skin looked sallow and I cried of course!  I tried putting all kinds of stuff on it to get it out (a thousand washings in Prell shampoo (reputed to take out hair color) but the truth was…I was doomed. The harder I tried to get it out the more my head was looking like a new SOS pad in texture! I was due at the movie location on Monday and this was Saturday morning.  I called beauty salon after beauty salon and found ONE that had someone who could remove color THAT DAY and had an opening and so I went in.  The woman gave me a lecture and I got very tiny in her chair as I listened to her admonishment and cowered as she told me what the stripping procedure would be like and just how much is was going to cost me!  HOLY SHIT!!! So she put on the professional hair stripping product (took a million hours to painstakingly put this on my head as I have a good strong head of hair) and then when it was totally ORANGED out she washed it out (by now the words bone dry are WEAK to describe the condition of that mass of hay left on my cranium at this point!)  Then she asked me, as tears were running quietly down my cheeks, “What color do you want me to put back in?" and I calmly said ‘reddish brown’.  In the end my hair was an absolutely fabulous shade of RED and on Monday me and my billion dollar (took every cent I had to pay for this - I think I may have borrowed money too) new hair went to the movie site where I showed up for my first day as an extra. It turned out that BECAUSE I had this newly fresh vivacious RED hair that on my 2nd day there they asked me if I’d like to be an extra for Ann Margaret as her regular extra was out sick that week!  I said “Yes!” not even knowing what that meant but I figured it was a good thing! I ended up having one of the most exciting times of my life!  I got to eat my lunch with the stars of the show (extras could do that) instead of inside a separate tent for extras and the best day ever…was the day, Ann Margaret was late and everybody (including the actual stars of the movie) were waiting on her to shoot the church scene, so the director said “Get Jean in here!” and they closed the church doors where the wedding party was ready to shoot and it was just me and Walter Matthau, Jack Lemmon, Daryl Hannah, and Sophia Loren in that church and I got to walk down the aisle (as a stand-in for Ann Margaret) and take Jack Lemmon's arm as they practiced the scene and I will never forget that moment as long as I live!  My thoughts at the time were “I wish somebody could see me!”  Ann Margaret eventually came in and I left the church so they could shoot the actual scene.  I did get to also be in several scenes as a wedding guest but they only used one scene I was in and it was a scene they shot over and over about 25 times. I went to see the movie when it came out with my son and I remember when you finally saw my scene, my son said “MOM!  THERE YOU ARE!!!”  I am behind Sophia Loren’s mother in the scene, in the 2nd church pew, and I must have been tired by the point they shot THAT day because, my beautiful red hair shows up fabulously in that scene, but on my face, was a look that said…GRUMPIER OLD JEAN!”.  And that…is my semi-famous hair coloring story!  Might not be funny…but it was fun to tell anyway!

CA PEOPLE!!!  or PEOPLE that want to VISIT Los Angeles!!!! DON'T let this get away!!!!  Take a shot at this prize. It's worth it!!!! I always thought a haircut, is a haircut, is a haircut. In fact, more than once, I have gone over a year without getting a haircut. What's the big deal?  Who really cares what my hair looks like? At my age (birthday coming) I feel just lucky to still have hair with no gray.  So what if I have long hair?  I thought it was cool, even though I can't play a guitar. You don't needs real musical talent when there is the virtual experience ROCK BAND 2 (http://www.rockband.com/)?You can see the photos of me with long hair getting cut in the story earlier this year on megsmakeup.com. However, on that one historic day with over a year's growth, Meg dragged me into Marco... I never heard of him before knowing Meg.  He is a maestro, an Amadeus of the salon chair.  I thought I would be depressed cutting off my long curly locks. But Marco gave me such a great haircut I am not going to let it grow that long ever again as long as I can get under Marco's magic scissors. If you don't win but still want to feel the wizardry you can try Marco Pelusi leave in Conditioner it is  much better than what I was using before.

My bad hair day was in sixth grade. It was the day I THOUGHT to be crazy hair day (oops). I got up two hours early to curl sections of my hair, braid bits, do asymmetrical triple-pigtails, and dye it crazy colors (for the day). My mom helped my through all of it. By the time I was finished I looked like an escaped mental patient. It was amazing. I missed the bus because i was doing my hair (yeah it took that long). My dad drove me in and.... NO ONE ELSE HAD CRAZY HAIR! That's right, no one. I immediately ducked under the seat and demanded that he take me home. After enough convincing on my part, he complied. At home I made a bee-line for the shower and washed all my hard work away. Finally I arrived at school, a half hour late. I get in class and EVERYONE had crazy hair. Yup, now I was alone with my normal hair. I turns out by chance everyone I saw the first time didn't dress up whereas EVERYONE ELSE did. It was humiliating to say the least.

OH...and I forgot to mention that I had a Volleyball Tournament that weekend with EVERY school in the league.  Serving a volleyball with skunk striped hair is not an experience I would wish on anyone!  Especially when the crush of your life is sitting in the stands!  Can't say he didn't notice me...that's for sure!

Marco just must see me because I am pretty sure that the chick who cut my hair in January (yes, 3 months ago) was high because when I told her I LOVED the previous cut she had done on me, not only was she unable to replicate it, but the front was frizzy when I left.  And I don't have frizzy hair.  I do have hair that is way too long in the back and not long enough in the front and if I wanted a bad haircut, I could certainly give myself one and save almost 100 dollars for important things like shoes.  I have shoes in my closet that are so pretty and so completely unwearable that I have to visit them regularly.  I have, a SHOESeum.  And you may quote me!

Oh yeah, once I went to school in the second grade without combing my hair. The other girls thought I was weird.  I tried to fix it with a clip I found but I guess my hair was beyond help.  One girl just looked at me and said, "Next time just brush your hair before you leave your house."  Makes sense, but I was a latch key kid and I liked the freedom! 

  I sort of have three stories.      The first hair horror story lasted from approximately age 5 to age 11. I have naturally curly hair. It gets tangled very easily. My parents of course were not in the mood to deal with a crying child every day when it was time to brush the hair. So they would caught my hair fairly short. This does not look good for someone with my type of curly hair. It looked awful. I looked like a boy with an ugly fro for years!! This really did a number on my self esteem. I was the tallest kid in my class to boot. So I was not very often more than a friend to little boys. And I was frequently the butt of jokes. I still have a mild distrust of my parents. And it took me years to go to a hair dresser again let alone to not cry or have an anxiety attack when I did. At 32 I have learned that there are people who know how to work with curly hair. I am finally feeling a bit more free and comfortable to do things with my hair. I am not as scared to take a chance with a hairdresser.      From about age 12 to age 14 I wore the horrible pouf 80's bangs. They were awful! That was two years of hair tragedy that I inflicted on my self. On Christmas eve one year. I unknowingly lit my bangs on fire with a candle during Silent Night. I finally found out what was happening because my grandmother was laughing her behind off. It was so funny that she couldn't even tell me to put it out. But somehow the insane amount of hair spray in my bangs actually saved my hair. The fire only burned off the hairspray and didn't actually cause any damage. I actually gave up the pouf when I began theater around 14. A very wise stage manager came to me and said that it would be wise to lose the pouf as it was not a popular hairstyle during the period of the play "Our Town". So I lost the pouf and never went back. But I did gain my grand love of make-up through the theater! Yeah!        My final story is from around the age of 19. I met my husband on the internet. So for 6 months we only spoke on the phone and the computer. We lived in different states so a meeting was not easy. After 6 months we decided that it was important to meet. We had of course seen photos of each other. So we had an idea of what we were getting into in the looks department. I was an incredible idiot and decided that despite  never dying my hair before that the appropriate first time to do so was the night before I met my future husband for the first time. It was just supposed to add some natural little red glints into my brunette hair. Being the idiot hair novice that I was I left it in for way to long not realizing that those people mean business when they tell you to rinse it out at a certain time. I ended with something between Julia Roberts's Pretty Woman hair and bright purple punk hair. I was so humiliated. I washed my hair at least 10 times trying to get it out. Nothing really helped. But when I met him the next day he must have found it endearing. We have been together for 13 years and married for almost 11.    Thank you for listening to Kellie's Hair History 101. I hope that you have all learned something or at least have been mildly entertained.

I'm usually just a lurker, but this giveaway got my attention enough to make me finally speak up and participate!  I know begging is not attractive, but I would be over the moon to have my hair done by Marco Pelusi.  My husband recently asked what I will want for my 40th b-day (still a year and a half away, but it's looming over my head like it's right around the corner) and I told him my dream day would be heading up to LA to be indulged and pampered with a massage, facial and most importantly, total hair transformation by one of the best of the best...sounds better than any party, trip, jewelry to me.  Only thing that would be better would be my husband's vague offer to maybe, possibly have a vasectomy for my 40th.  After having 3 boys, I have to admit I'd drop everything else for that gift although I'm not really expecting that one to happen.  My hair needs divine intervention--it's so fine, wavy, frizzy, flat on top, full on the bottom, breaking, starting to thin and if all of that wasn't bad enough, I just found my first couple of gray hairs not too long ago.  I feel like I have now officially started the aging process.  I've never been one to color my brown hair, but I just did some highlights a couple of months back that are NOT working for my coloring.  I'm just making myself look older as my lovingly obnoxious brother pointed out after not having seen me for a few months because of living abroad.  Anyway, thankfully, I look decent with my hair pulled back (brings me back to my dancer days, having to wear a bun everyday), but it sure would be nice to wear my hair down.  My hair looks great for about a week after I get it cut and then it always looks uneven, ratty, worthy of being pulled up to hide all of it's flaws.  I've definitely had far more bad hair days than good.  I'll never forget my 21st birthday when I was given a surprise party.  This is back when I was an NBA dancer and had to look more glamorous than I do now (this is code for big hair.)  We were given all kinds of free Sebastian hair products and I remember spraying about a half a can of Sebastian Shaper hair spray that day in a feeble attempt to keep my ever-present frizzies at bay.  Big surprise party, big cake with 21 flaming candles, lots of people watching...I lean over with my lovely long hair spray-saturated locks to blow out my candles and of course, my hair catches on fire.  Pandemonium ensues, fire is put out and what am I left with, essentially no hair on the right side of my head, from my cheek down...the fire literally burned off a section of my hair.  This took months of recovery, trying to even out my hair because I wasn't willing to cut the other side short to match.  When they say heat styling can damage your hair, I got a first hand look at it taken to the extreme.  To this day, I instinctively grab my hair back into a ponytail before I blow out any kind of candle, birthday or not!

I recently found a great chemical free tea tree shampoo – which really helped me grow stronger hair –its from the  Made from Earth product line called the Tea & Protein Herbal Shampoo….it actiallu has wheat proteins in it and that’s what makes my hair look so full after I use it.
The directions say for the shampoo to work – you have to leave in your hair for 2  - but I usually do it for about 5, since my hair used to be so thin.  But 5 minutes really works for me cause I can see a major difference in how thick my hair is…
Even my husband comments on how my hair felt better – and he never notices anything!  I recommend it for all healthy women out there who want better full hair.
 
 

Wow! Seems like so much fun! I dont have a great story but..I'm looking foward to reading about other's

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