Secondly, I'm linking up with What I'm Loving Wednesday today to tell you all about my trip to DryBar last weekend -- or as I'm calling it, DryMiracle.
Styling my hair has been a struggle for my entire life. You've seen my cowlick, and you've seen what my hair looked like as a kid, but you guys have no idea. When I was younger, my parents would tell me that I was the girl with the little curl right in the middle of her forehead. The problem was that it wasn't just in the middle of my forehead - it was everywhere. (One of my most treasured possessions is a t-shirt my mom gave me in elementary school that reads "How can I control my life if I can't control my hair?!?!")
My hair texture could charitably be described as wavy. It's not curly: whenever I try to let it dry with some gel or mousse, it can't be coaxed into spirals. If I let it air dry, it becomes what I lovingly refer to as my 'Jew-lioness mane'. (When I was in Israel, I hoped that my hair would respond to the desert climate since it was 'the motherland.' It did not, probably because I am Eastern European and in no way Middle Eastern.) The routine I've settled into usually involves an updo of some kind, or a good long while with my straightening/curling iron.
Every six months or so, I decide that it's time for me to learn how to blow out my hair properly. It always goes the same way -- I watch a million YouTube tutorials, I follow my hairdresser's every move, I buy a bunch of products, I tell myself that I'm 28 and this is a normal life skill, I spend upwards of 30 minutes trying to blow my hair straight...and I wind up looking something like this.
So when Drybar opened up in DC, I was pretty pumped.To say the least.
I decided to make my inaugural visit to DryBar on Saturday, before SK took me out for my birthday dinner. (I went to the Bethesda location, for curious DC readers. Georgetown was booked up a week out!)
I can tell it's going to be dangerous for my bank account to have a DryBar in the DMV area. Everything about the service there was impeccable. To start, I asked my stylist if she could do "whatever Kate Middleton does." When she told me that was no problem, I knew I was going to have a good time.
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Here's the best part (to a marketing nerd like myself, at least): When I checked out, it was snowing, so they gave me a free umbrella with their logo on it. GENIUS. My hair lasted the walk to the metro -- not to mention for days after that!
Have any of you been to DryBar? Can you blow out your own hair? Will you teach me how?
