Maxigumee

So, Russell calls me up yesterday afternoon and tells me to come over to his house. I ask why, and he says he wants help with his hair. Russell just recently got a haircut and it looks much better. Even though it’s kind of feminine and flapper-esque, it looks better than his previous shaggy dog, stoner look. I tell him I’ll be right over.

When I get there, he tells me he wants me to help him out with his fashion sense. I laugh and say, “What, do you think I’m one of the Queer Eye guys?” I agree to help him anyhow. He goes up to his room and shows me some of the new clothes he’s purchased. I agree that they look better than his usual Transformers t-shirt and wrinkly synthetic pants outfits.

Now, when people get me started on a project, I may start out somewhat blase, but after a while I go INSANE. Like Adam’s garage sale thing. We never did it, but I had so much planned for it! Priced baskets, fancy signs….

So, when I got into Russell’s room, this is when I started to get into the whole “Let’s Make Russell Over” thing. He asked me what kind of clothes he should wear. I said in a very sophisticated tone, “well, you seem like more of a cold color person to me. That means blues, greys, blacks purples….” I had him go on his computer and look up a color wheel graphic so I could show him what colors matched and what colors didn’t. I offered to lend him some of my old GQ issues.

We went to the bathroom so we could do his hair. I showed him the very 2004 way of sliding your bangs in a curve to the side, kind of like Seth on the OC. I then told him he should flick up the ends a little bit. He did. Whee! It’s so much fun to tell people how to look and not be mean about it! Maybe I should be an image consultant!