(I had quite an adventure yesterday too, when I took the girls to Sea World all day - for nine hours - by myself.)
But this adventure was what some people would call "me-time," but I won't say that because I hate when people say "me-time."
I've been pretty vocal about how excited I am about Drybar opening in San Diego. Drybar is a salon that only does blow-dries. Because they don't cut or color or anything else, I don't feel guilty going there. I don't feel like I'm betraying my mom, who is a hairdresser herself (and a very good one).
The salon is literally like a bar, a very fancy, pretty bar. It's a bunch of chairs all in a row and you can pick the kind of straight hair you want from a little book. I got the generic one: straight with some "body" or whatever.
My hair got washed and then dried straight while they gave me Diet Coke, had "The Devil Wears Prada" with captions on a TV in front of me and they had so many gossip magazines that I felt like I had to read one. (Justin Bieber and Selena Gomez in Hawaii? What? Really?)
It was all presented so nicely, everything had a lovely yellow accent to it that I don't think I'll wash my hair until after my high school reunion weekend, whether I go to it or not. (And that's really the heart of this story, but I'm not getting into it.)
So here's the result
5 comments:
Your hair looks great, almost beachy.
I've been hearing good things about Drybar but no reason has popped up to try it except that I'm curious.
I'm going to a high school reunion this weekend but it's in Nevada and I don't think Paul's classmates would appreciate my new hairdo.
I think going to somebody else's reunion definitely deserves a new hairdo.
you look FABulous, dahling... xo
WHAT? How did I not know about this place???
It just opened. Like this week. But it's definitely worth the trip.
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