This is a sort of Ironing Part 2 (that subject line is a nod to this local play, which was moderately entertaining). In short, I’m unplugging my hair-straightening iron for good. Well, if it’s a super-special occasion — like a wedding or something — then I may cave. But essentially, it’s kaput.
I know what you’re thinking:
“Could you have any more hair-related crap?!”
Why yes, actually, take your pick: anti-frizz humectant, curling serum, holding spray, round brushes and flat brushes … I did warn you I was a product junkie.
Anyway, I guess I just felt like a bit of a cheat when I started restricting my time with the hair dryer while still indulging in a bit of flat-iron every now and then to get those pesky front bits straight. But in the name of saving electricity, it’s being strangled with its cord like my heating pad and shoved unceremoniously into my bathroom drawer.