Lilla Rose Hair Review

First, I want to thank Mrs. Love for allowing me to test one of the products from Lilla Rose. And I've been pleasantly impressed with the product I chose.

A family friend back in early spring put out a blurb that if we did a review of the product, she'd send one for us to try. I agreed, though with everything going on in my life, I ask forgiveness for taking so long to getting to the post. But it's given me extra time to play with it in many different ways, and types of hair.

(If I remember right they make these from recycled broken piano strings. But I can't find where I was told that.)

After scouring the website, I fell in love with the Cora, A nice soft purple color with an easy to use bronze clasp. It took a few tries for me to do it without dropping the thing, but once I got the hang of slipping it into my hair, I could do it one handed. It matched my Easter Dress nicely and got many comments on how cute it was.

Easter Hairstyle

I was expecting it to be more pink, and less purple. But I can count that to computer coloring that we all are very familiar with. So style and functionally it definitely did its job. 

Now as I said, I've got FRAIL hair. And while it didn't break it as bad as many other hair pieces, this does still break my hair. Hair does tend to get stuck in the beads, and end pieces which I should have expected. There are ones with less of those details so probably wouldn't pull as bad. 

Versatility... I got a size small. So for my normal hairstyle of pulling it back in a pony and just trying it holds it just fine, But I can't double my hair, or just do a portion. But since most of the time when I wear it I am trying to dress up my braid or something like that, it's not a huge issue. But if you plan to do buns, go with the extra large. 

And as far as just holding a ponytail goes, it didn't slide at first, but after wearing it every day for a month, it does. So over time, it does lose some of its tension. But as I said, I can still use it to hold a ponytail. I just have to remember it's back there or I'll lose it. 

On to everyone else. 

My little sister (age 7) HATED it. I couldn't keep it in her hair for more than an hour before she wanted it out. And that's after it slipping out five times. 

My elder sister Kendra has nice, thick, curly hair that is very coarse. And for her, she could get it to do anything. She was VERY happy with it. and probably will get her one eventually. 

More than likely this one 

Mom's hair which is thinner than mine was a complete no go. It couldn't clasp at all. 

Star's hair ((Age 9)Thicker than mine, but almost as slick) For her it worked nicely. Being worn on a Sunday morning for church it lasted the entire morning before she returned it to me safely. Being used as a ponytail. 

(I'm not that creative when it comes to styles. 

Would I get another one? Yes. But probably I'd get one of the leather ones. 

Or maybe a hair band, or bobby pins. 

Overall I like the products. I have some petty nitpicks, like the wire not staying firm for longer. But shoot I wore it nearly every day for a month. And this is obviously supposed to be more dressy for special occasions. So I give it four stars out of five. I'm happy with it, but not over the top estatic. 

Thank you so much, Mrs. Love, for allowing me the opportunity to try this product. 

Cowgirl Out. 

Saying Goodbye

I always thought I'd understand,
How it'd feel to hold your hand,
To listen to your voice once more,
And let you teach as you had before,

But like the grass you've withered away,
A shadow of your former days,
A man of sorrows, grief, and pain,
But the sun once more has turned to rain.

In my heart I always knew
You'd eventually wither as all things do
Before my eyes, you've done just that,
And now a shell, where you once sat.

I was a sprout when your eyes first gleamed,
A budding flower of springtime seemed
A reflection of someone close to you,
And for her sake, I was special to you.

In her name, you showed me, love,
I brought peace, a snow-kissed dove.
As the ash fell about,
Again you drifted in and out.

I the mirror of ashes fair,
Longed so much to meet your heir
The phantom girl who wore my face,
And for her sake, you showed me grace.

A life you had, of tears and grief,
Yet always you held to your firm belief
When waves of doubt and fear arose.
Or times of hate, and strength of foes.

I know not why you were accused,
Did they speak truth, or was it you?
Truth or hate? A lover's spat?
This you kept, e're under hat.

If it was in truth, the sin you did,
I never saw that evil fib.
But if in hate, the act was done,
Then love you showed, an inspiring one.

The lover did not deserve your care,
You who took the fall for every dare,
From B's in school, to help your sis,
To helping me learn to write like this.

It was you who nurtured in me this art.
From time you served for another's heart.
A skill you learned inside a cell,
You turned and taught to me quite well.

I hope you see me now up there.
Smiling down with gentle care.
Peace I know you've finally found,
After all the world has let you down.

In your life, I see a goal,
To love another despite the toll.
To own your sins, and joys the same,
And kindly speak all men's names.

To humbly endure while your body fades,
And graciously forgive despite the pains.
To accept the grief of the life down here,
While ever longing for the home up there.

You taught me so much, in so little time.
For joke, and song, and most of all rhyme.
A man who sat on the very back row.
And my face, made your's just glow.

It's in your name I write this time,
As the the gates did open, and you now shine.
The shell you were is empty at last,
And your life is all in the past.

A mirror for the one who called you dad,
And gave you a life you never had.
To watch your little girl grow up,
This I was, to your empty cup.

As I say goodbye, and try to see,
How to feel, for one who loved me.
As I look around to understand,
Why you were part of the plan.

You're now departed up to the sky,
and here I sit as time passes by.
Someday I'll see your face once more,
And secrets held, will be held before.

A promise I'll make before I go.
Just something I wanted you to know.
You ever said you wanted to meet my man.
Ever one who tried for my hand.

I promise I shall be wise as you begged me to be,
And not let the feeling make me not see.
I'll listen to those who love me so dear,
And strive to avoid that which you feared.

I never thought this day would come...
But now that it has, I shall not run.
You've shaped my life in little ways,
And this I shall remember, 'till the end of my days.

Good Bye Jimmy.

Much Love,
Your Hat-Girl