Posted by: Kristy | April 7, 2010

Chicago beauty show broadens students’ perspectives

America’s Beauty Show 2010: TONI&GUY students gain insight, learn tips and meet an industry visionary

Less than five minutes in the presence of one man invoked an “anthem” among a group of TONI&GUY students.

Students from the Toledo, Ohio TONI&GUY Hairdressing Academy pose with Anthony and Pat Mascolo.

Adrenaline radiated from the more than 20 students, clinging to their smiles and tinting their overlapping chatter as they shared a moment of awe after meeting Anthony Mascolo during the first day of the 2010 America’s Beauty Show (ABS).

“[Seeing Anthony] just helped me realize that TiGi is big and we’re lucky to be a part of something that huge,” senior student Cara Cooper said.

The hot lights, myriad of colours, pulsating music and constant activity of the show, held March 27-29 at the McCormick Place Convention Center in Chicago, Ill., set the stage for networking, exploring techniques and products from across the industry and diving headlong into layer after layer of education.

“It’s like any other industry – what’s new today is old tomorrow,” Mascolo said after posing for photographs with the Toledo academy’s students.

Repeat British Hairdresser of the Year and London Hairdresser of the Year award winner, Mascolo casts and develops the creative vision for the TiGi side as the TiGi international creative director. An industry trendsetter, he said the constant ebb and flow of hairdressing trends is why students should take advantage of opportunities such as the conference.

“They get to see the event, see everyone,” Mascolo said. “It’s showing what their future is going to be.”

Students spent time in the TiGi trade show booth, watching stylists such as TiGi International Art Director James Morrison demonstrate cut and colour techniques, discuss product knowledge and share tips for building successful careers.

“As a student it’s easy to be insular, and only see what’s around you,” Morrison said backstage after he demonstrated a cut representing the S-Factor product line. “Coming here lets you see what’s going on in the bigger picture.

“The great thing is they get to see what’s new from everyone,” he said. “Not only do they get to see what’s new, they also have a chance to see the great education they’re getting.”

Morrison encouraged stylists, including student stylists, to learn as much as they can about how to use the right products to personalize a client’s look and style.

“One size fits one,” Morrison said of the necessity to provide clients with individualism. “That’s why we have so many [product lines]. It really speaks to that client in your chair.”

Students from TONI&GUY Hairdressing Academy put Morrison’s words into action while at the conference, working behind the counter as TiGi representatives and selling products. Those who participated said having the chance to practice their sales techniques and to network with TiGi Talent stylists and cosmetics artists gave a boost to their confidence and to their desires to continue refining such skills back at their academy.

“I feel like I’m really a part of the show itself,” said Spencer Dickens, a senior student who worked at the booth all three days. “I love cutting hair behind the chair but I know I want to be behind the runway and behind the scenes. This just gives me the opportunity to start that.

“It’s going to make school, for the next week or two until I have to go back to my mannequin, more exciting,” Dickens said with a laugh, moving away to help a customer with the Rockaholic line. “I’m more comfortable with the products I’m selling.”

Salon Ready student Taylor Conkle, who is scheduled to graduate the week after ABS, attended the 2009 beauty show before she enrolled in classes, a decision that pushed her into starting a cosmetology career. Her perspective changed drastically in the last 12 months. She went into the weekend determined to take away knowledge from other companies in addition to TONI&GUY.

“Now I can actually appreciate everything and learn something,” Conkle said. “It just broadens your horizons.

“Everybody does it differently,” she said. “They might have a hot tip we don’t know.”

The trade show floor encompassed vendors and demonstrations including African drum beats encouraging the model with and upswept mop of curls sashaying down the Mizani runway to the classic elegance of Pureology’s Wendy Belanger demonstrating textured long-hair styling. Attendees could learn colouring tips from Matrix, or purchase colour-matched, clip-in hair extensions from various vendors. Even non-hairdressers such as recruiters and salon managers could attend marketing classes or explore new technology in Web-based salon management.

One of the highlights of the weekend for students was Cirque de TiGi, a runway show wherein Mascolo and his team demonstrated cuts and styling techniques from the new BedHead “Anthems” collection – inspired by the past without looking retro – and showcased a circus-themed runway show.

The life of carnival workers and pageantry of the circus ring came to life with avante garde styles, eclectic costuming and Pat Mascolo’s innovative makeup.

Cirque de TiGi’s fanciful tone ranged from bright and sparkling to grainy and slightly macabre. Models dressed as distressed carnival workers performed hip hop, crunk and almost tribal dance routines, while other sleek, glossy models dressed in black or white “harnesses” and long horse’s tail wigs gave an equestrian bent to the S-Factor line. A cage dancing panther, a fierce lion with a wild blond “mane” and a preening cheetah brought a mee-ow factor, and at the end Anthony Mascolo was introduced as the “puppet master,” who designs and creates and brings life to the runway.

For a newcomer to the hairdressing world, America’s Beauty Show and the boundary pushing Cirque de TiGi could have been overwhelming and chaotic. For TONI&GUY students, the weekend was an intense, hyper-stimulation of colour, creativity and thrilling entertainment reminiscent of, well, of a circus.

Kristin Reichardt is the recruiting director for the TONI&GUY Hairdressing Academy Toledo campus.

Posted by: Kristy | March 25, 2010

Dream with me, will you?

I have decided.

I am going to go back to school.

Not for a master’s degree in journalism. Not for a master’s degree in English composition so I can pass on a passion for words to young, impressionable students. Not even for a bachelor’s degree in underwater basket weaving.

I think I’m going to go for theoretical astrophysics.

After I become the hottest addition to the “Big Bang Theory” crew (sorry, Kaley, you can be second hottest) I am going to create an alternate reality.

That’s right. An alternate reality.

In this new, uncharted territory — let us call it “Kristinland” — there are going to be a few ground rules:

* The only weather allowed will be the type of sunshine and 70-degree weather found on a fleeting and elusive May day. I say fleeting and elusive because right now it feels like these days never will come to Ohio. Never. Neeeevvvveerrrrrr.

Can you hear my groan of anguish?

Occasional summer thunderstorms are permitted to take place at night, but only if complete with lightning and thunder so I can watch them from my massive balcony while drinking giblets of perfectly chilled New Age wine.

* Everyone will take mandatory naps for 1-2 hours every day. No exceptions. You must nap. You also must read a good book while drinking hot, honeyed herbal tea or have stimulating, engaging conversation with another person using voices and personal interaction — no technology — for a minimum of two hours daily.

It’s like a mental recommended daily value. In fact, all books would have nutrition labels that show what percentage of a person’s recommended daily value of knowledge and imagination stretching it provides. Brilliant.

* A daily newspaper will exist that school children are required to read and we all will have streaming news feeds updated throughout the day on Kindles built into various surfaces of our lives. Like the AP wire service on crack. Lovely, streaming news. All day. All written. No broadcast. That means there will be employment for journalists of the print variety.

* Everyone will be happy. All the time. Backstabbing will not exist. Hurt feelings will not exist. Drama will be banished. BANISHED, I say!

* Magic fairies will clean my office every night, organizing the toppling piles of papers that threaten to slice me to bits with paper cuts. Every stressed minion of the corporate world will have a personal Filing Fairy that files and organizes and sorts and all kinds of lovely tasks. While said corporate minion is fulfilling the obligatory napping and reading daily requirement.

* Feelings of overwhelming despair will cease to exist at all. Overwhelming? DIS-pair? What are these things of which you speak?

* Dreams will be indulged and developed. Risks will be taken. Time will slow to a comfortable pace, not zip by laughing in the face of conjured dreams and contemplated risks, leaving a person feeling old and past her prime and unfulfilled.

Too good to be true? You jest. Behold, the best part of Kristinland …

The world will be filled with rainbows and puppies. Leprechauns toting overflowing pots of glistening gold coins will ride unicorns to the far corners of Kristinland, providing beauty and entertainment.

And I will not cry every day and wonder what the hell I am doing with my life.


Posted by: Kristy | March 14, 2010

Spring forward? My internal clock needs to fall back.

My little brother has loved to torture me for 23 years.

He’s always taunted me. Hit me. Sat on me. Made fun of me until I cried.

Now he’s done it again, and this time I can truly say it is all his fault. No exaggeration.

Well, his gorgeous wife might have had something to do with it.

They went and made this …

That smile. It kills me.


I mean, did they think I had a fighting chance once this came along?

Oh, dear. Oh, my. What you don't hear is me babbling like an idiot in the background.

My girly parts are spasming. Doing the Mexican hat dance, in fact.

They’re not supposed to do that for a very, very long time. Years. Eons.

Yep, it’s all his fault. Stupid little brothers.

Posted by: Kristy | March 12, 2010

She’s 26 going on dead

During my recent move I found a photo booth strip of me and my friend Carrie mugging for the camera on my 18th birthday.

Man, I thought I was old that day. I remember driving my Jeep (‘cuz I was that kind of cool) to meet my family and Carrie for dinner at Red Lobster, listening to Hoku’s “Perfect Day.”

Yep. It was a perfect day. Drizzly. Cold. Icky. I was old. A perfect freaking day.

When I turned 21 I felt surprisingly young and vibrant, ready to take on the world and the full life ahead of me. That changed at 24, probably the suckiest year of my existence so far. I felt ancient that entire year, a feeling I spent an entire year getting over so I could firmly embrace 25.

That year, my 25th year, I told myself how young I was. How many options I had before me. I had so much time to continue establishing my career, to fall in extreme infatuation — er, love — and marry a fun, driven, handsome man who thinks I’m funny and considers all my crazy to be adorable. I was in my mid-20s, for crying out loud. There was no reason to wail and gnash my teeth. MID-20s.

This made turning 26 a breeze since I wasn’t planning on moving to my late-20s until age 35 or 40. I had found the Fountain of Youth and it was lurking in my psyche the entire time.

My youthful memory had forgotten the perspective of an 18-year-old. The one who thought EIGHTEEN was old, let alone 21 or, God forbid, TWENTY SIX. Gosh, people actually live to be 26?

This way of thinking crashed into me during a tour with a prospective student. She was 19  years old, had a 1-year-old baby boy and, though she was sweet as a cinnamon bun, was convinced her circumstances had already taught her more life lessons than she will ever need to know.

During her interview she asked questions about me: What do I respect about our company? Am I a hairstylist? Did I go to college? What was my major? And my favorite:

“You’re so nice and easy to talk to. How old are you, if you don’t mind me asking?”


“Ahem, (polite chuckle) I’m in my 20s. My MID-20s.”

With the sweetest, most sincere smile her reply smacked me back into my scrunchie, high-tops, stretch pants and Shannon Miller-style bangs circa 1992. (Yeah, because that’s what all the cool kids wore.)

“Well … you look great!”

Sigh. Which way to the geriatric wing?

My roommates and I at the ripe age of 20. (Excuse me, 21. My bad.) You know, before I turned old, apparently. To any 26-year-old I naively encountered, I'm sorry.

Posted by: Kristy | March 11, 2010

Comic chuckles

Just a little Thursday typography humor for you, courtesy of

Makes me want to go design an A1 page or something.

I’m dorky enough that this ellicited genuine laughter when I first saw it. And I proceeded to blog about it. At least I know SOME people will think it’s funny. Erin. The Beast Girl. Maybe. I hope.

I’ll go crawl back under my geeky page designer rock now. See you soon.

I have a problem wherein I am chronically tardy to various events in daily life.

I am late. For church. For dates. For classes at the gym. For life, pretty much.

The Boy is on time. Always. The minute he starts pacing outside the bathroom door while I’m fussing with the same tendril of hair as I was when he yelled, “We have to go!” I know he’s getting antsy. And aggravated.

But he still plans on keeping me around. (I think.)

However, there is one time where I can be counted on to be in my seat, ready for go time: When it’s time for previews before a movie.

I don’t go to the movie theater very often, seeing as how an adult ticket cost more than $10. Yeah. In OHIO. Come on, now.

But when I DO go to the theater, I go for the previews. Yeah, the popcorn is yummy and salty and deliciously artery clogging. I usually have a very strong desire to see the featured film itself. I even think it’s dandy to have the chance to relax with friends or snuggle up next to Dan.

But the best part? Oh, the absolute best part are the previews for other films. The more previews there are, the happier Kristin will be for the duration of the film she paid more than $10 to attend.

They speak to my thrifty soul. I’m going to tell you a secret.


It’s like getting FREE MOVIES, guys. Don’t tell the theaters, but it’s like they’re giving you more than you paid to see. ADDED BONUS.

I consider myself an expert on movie trailers, seeing as how I consume them like handfuls of pretzels and dark chocolate M&M’s. I even downloaded the Flixster app on my Android so I could watch trailers of upcoming films FOR FREE. Months in advance. It’s like a little sniff of spring in the middle of December. Addicting.

Imagine my delight, then, when as I was using Google Reader Play to, well, play around on the Internet I ran across this little number. Easily the most overlooked film of this year’s Academy Awards.

It is so snarktastic it took my breath away. The accuracy is commendable. Not to mention its extremely professional quality.  Too funny. Too, too funny.

It was written, directed and produced by two of the actors in the trailer, Brian and Nick. Graduates of the New York University’s Tisch School of the Arts, Brian and Nick put their college degrees to work in 2007 by creating short films purely for their own entertainment — which branches into our entertainment. Visit their Web site. Do it. Then add their RSS feed to your Google Reader. All the cool kids are doing it.

Their film made me LOL. Out loud, even.

Posted by: Kristy | March 10, 2010

And they say puppy love is for high school

So, there’s this guy.

I like him a lot.

A LOT, a lot.

Ok, Ok.

I kind of love him.

And by kind of I mean I am absolutely, head over heels crazy about him.

I would throw myself under a bus for him without a second thought. His smile makes my heart leap and his laugh is one of the most beautiful sounds I have ever heard.

I count down the days until we get to be together again and make up excuses to see him at random.

In short, I can’t get enough.

My nephew Cooper at 10 weeks.

Remember when I first found out my sister-in-law was preggers? Or when I tried to write Cooper a letter about how excited we were? I never imagined the amazing little dude who was coming to fill our lives.

I’m still pursuing my quest to be the coolest aunt ever.

Seriously. Ever.

Posted by: Kristy | March 9, 2010

Always pack spare undies in your purse

I recently returned from a lovely, sunshiney week of gluttony and laziness shared with three of my favorite people and, boy, do I have lessons to share!

My parents, The Boy and I decided spontaneously last month that we needed to get out of Dodge and do it quickly before our heads exploded on our computer screens and our brains became fossilized under layers upon layers of  stress.

So we booked a 5-day Carnival cruise to Mexico at the end of February. And it. Was. Delightful.

We're cute. We're in Cozumel. You're jealous. 😉

I know, you may say I am the bravest woman in the world to take my boyfriend on vacation with my parents in an atmosphere as confining as a ship (even one that’s hundreds of feet long) but, then again, you don’t know my man. Or my father. Who are so similar it both warms my heart and terrifies me at the same time.

For example: A select group of passengers had the opportunity to take a Behind the Scenes tour of the ship on the last day at sea. Dad calls me all a twitter: There are only two. TWO. slots left in the tour. Do we want them? Should he and Mom take them? Or … should he and Dan take them?

Of course, the mechanical engineer and computer data manager/cartographer took the two slots. They were like little puppies. I even heard, “Ooooh, we get to go on the bridge. And meet the captain. Think they’ll let me look at the server room?” I could see the little boy inside secretly hoping for a captain’s hat as a souvenir. (They got matching Behind the Fun ball caps. Precious.) So when I say they’re dorky in the most loveable way imaginable? This is what I mean:

Well, I think they're adorable.

The lessons don’t begin with the idea that spending a week with your beloved crammed in a 10′ by 15′ cabin teaches you a lot about the dynamics of your relationship. Nor is the first lesson that you can learn a TON about the person you hope to spend your life with by the way you travel together.


Lesson No. 1 I learned four hours into our trip.

“Always. I mean always pack clean underwear in your carry on.”

Because you never know when your luggage will decide to take a vacation in a different place than where you take a vacation.

Now, let me back up by saying that my version of carry on baggage is my briefcase so I can work on the plane, or a cute little tote bag stuffed with my iPod, three books, playing cards and some secret paperwork so I can work on the plane. Therefore, it is no surprise that I felt like I totally covered my bases when my carry on for the cruise was a cute little tote bag stuffed with my iPod, three books, my travel face wash and a tooth brush, playing cards, my swim suit, a spare bra (for whatever reason) and a little skirt to serve as a cover up.

Coming from Ohio, my travel outfit consisted of jeans, a cute top, a jacket and boots. Heavy. Boots. With. Socks.

I realized the error of my ways during the 90-minute wait on the tarmac at DTW. Where we waited for. eva. for the plane to be de-iced. (Way to be prepared, Delta, way to be prepared.)

By the time we had missed our connecting flight in Atlanta and were scrambling around trying to find any flight that would take us the rest of the way to Mobile I had come to terms with the fact that when I was on the cruise — IF I made it on the cruise in time — I would be stuck with the clothes on my back and the little that was in my carry on.

No sexy little cocktail dresses for dinner. No adorable wedge flip flops with the jewel flower embellishment for lounging by the pool. No swingy, breezy white skirt and the cute tank tops I bought specifically for the trip.

Just jeans, a cute top, a jacket and boots. Heavy. Boots. With. Socks.

Perfect for sunning on the Lido Deck, don’t you think?

(Oh, yeah, sidebar. Lesson No. 2? Leave for the cruise the day before you sail, not the day you sail. Yeah. Small monkey wrench there.)

We end up on the last flight to Mobile, Ala., that will put us into the airport 45 minutes before we have to be on the ship. The only reason we ended up on the flight was thanks to the only kind, helpful, compassionate Delta ticket agent we spoke with. (I say it’s ‘cuz Dan flirted with her.) Oh, and because God knew we needed a vacation.

We’re all a little giddy because ALL FOUR OF US made it on the plane, we’re going to end up in Mobile, we MIGHT make it on the ship before it sails. Dan’s been on the telephone with Carnival since we landed in Atlanta and they’re holding the ship as long as possible.

Thank, God, the Mobile airport is small because we hop off the plane, race down stairs and Dad flies out to hail a cab. We have 42 minutes to get to the pier. In one last burst of hope, Mom and I sidle to the baggage claim. Where the luggage immediately was unloaded. And where we saw our bags snake toward us.

We made it. Our luggage made it. After all of that.

Clearly, God knew we needed a vacation.

Lesson learned, though. On the way home, we all packed spare undies in our carry on bags.

Posted by: Kristy | January 27, 2010

Oh, it hurts. It huuuuurts.

A local TV station today posted on its Web site an Associated Press story about two defendants pleading guilty in a federal racketeering case. (Click here for story)

The story’s nutgraph contained the following sentence:

Forty-7-year-old Ohio resident Donald Massey Jr. and 50-year-old Stephen J. Bailey from St. Albans entered the pleas Wednesday in U.S. District Court in Charleston.

Maybe the world of copy editing has changed since 18 months ago — except I have all the changes in my two, count them, TWO, trusty new-edition Associated Press Style Manuals — but the first word of that sentence made me cringe. Then I cried. Then I blogged.

Thus is my system for dealing with intellectual pain.

Oh, Associated Press. I adore you. I revere you. Why, AP, why?

It’s like I just found out Mother Theresa had a secret love affair.

(And no, I’m never dramatic, why do you ask?)

Posted by: Kristy | January 21, 2010

‘Burn,’ baby, burn

Dear USA Network,

Thank you so very much for the upcoming birthday present. I so look forward to opening it tonight at 10 p.m. It’s difficult to focus on my work, I’m so excited.

I can’t tell you how honored I am that you chose to begin new episodes of “Burn Notice” the day before my birthday. For months, I have salivated, waiting for this beautiful cake layered with wit, explosions, MacGuiver-like solutions to crime-induced problems, charm and, of course, salsa music and sunshine. Please include an extra top coat of Michael Weston’s sexy smile; some sarcasm sprinkles would add an extra something special, too.

All in all, I anticipate nothing less than a palate-pleasing blend of “Burn Notice” spiciness, and will repay you by continuing to loyally do my part to boost your network ratings and DVD set sales.

Thanks again for making turning 26 a little less painful!

Please give Jeffrey Donovan my love. (Say hi to Gabrielle and Bruce, too.)



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