Hairspray!
HAIRSPRAY!
No No, I am not talking about one of my favorite Broadway shows of all time. Or the movie were John Travolta played an ever so convincing 60's-style mother. I am talking about the actual product.
Why am I going to talk about hairspray in todays post? The answer is simple really...I work in television.
When I smell hairspray I think of one person. Hallie Jackson.
Hallie was a reporter at Channel 3 when I first started my epic journey as an assignment editor. I was a wee little "turd" as she liked to call me. I believe if it wasn't for her weekend dance parties and constant reminder to update the website, I wouldn't be where I am now.
But there was something about Hallie that I couldn't quite put my finger on. She always had this...smell about her. It wasn't anything nasty...but it was a smell.
The smell, after some I-Team style investigating, turned out to be...hairspray.
What was something of a mystery odor, became clear, she was using an overabundance of hairspray on a regular basis. I learned shortly thereafter, this is key to her luscious locks...which had me thinking? If she can use an abundance of hairspray to keep her locks looking lovely on a regular basis...so can I!
So, one night, before I wanted to hit the big bar scene of Simsbury after a nightbeat shift on the desk, I decided, lets see the magic that this black bottle of amazing-ness has to offer...
Hallie, not only is a reporter, but apparently a hair dresser. After some tugging, pulling, tears and a few bottles of hairspray, her masterpiece was complete.
Ladies and gentleman...I give you....Hallie and Hallie Junior.
Now, I have never been able to get my hair that fluffy, stiff and beautiful ever again, but hey, I do use hairspray on a regular basis now to keep my flat hair in line.
So, basically, if I hadn't gone to college for Communication/Journalism, got a job at Channel 3 & got stuck working weekends with Hallie Jackson, my hair would have never known the stability of a solid hold.
Thank you Hallie, thank you.
Love Always,
Elanna's Hair
No No, I am not talking about one of my favorite Broadway shows of all time. Or the movie were John Travolta played an ever so convincing 60's-style mother. I am talking about the actual product.
Why am I going to talk about hairspray in todays post? The answer is simple really...I work in television.
When I smell hairspray I think of one person. Hallie Jackson.
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| The Official Hallie Jackson Mugshot |
But there was something about Hallie that I couldn't quite put my finger on. She always had this...smell about her. It wasn't anything nasty...but it was a smell.
The smell, after some I-Team style investigating, turned out to be...hairspray.
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| I think this is the actual kind she uses |
So, one night, before I wanted to hit the big bar scene of Simsbury after a nightbeat shift on the desk, I decided, lets see the magic that this black bottle of amazing-ness has to offer...
Hallie, not only is a reporter, but apparently a hair dresser. After some tugging, pulling, tears and a few bottles of hairspray, her masterpiece was complete.
Ladies and gentleman...I give you....Hallie and Hallie Junior.
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| yes, that is me on the right, don't get confused. |
Now, I have never been able to get my hair that fluffy, stiff and beautiful ever again, but hey, I do use hairspray on a regular basis now to keep my flat hair in line.
So, basically, if I hadn't gone to college for Communication/Journalism, got a job at Channel 3 & got stuck working weekends with Hallie Jackson, my hair would have never known the stability of a solid hold.
Thank you Hallie, thank you.
Love Always,
Elanna's Hair
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