Extreme Frequent Flier Syndrome. I have the seat layout of United's entire fleet memorized. The guy at Vin Volo at EWR yells "Hi SCG" when I walk in. There are certain TSA agents that I recognize on sight, and loathe with particular fervor.
And I have the hair and skin to prove it. Dry. Dehydrated. Dead. Lifeless. Add on depressing adjectives as you will, I haven't even had time to blog about it, because I'm too busy being screamed at to power down all devices. Last week, I had 18 hours between landing from a trip to Europe and hopping on a flight to the west coast, and ran, (literally, with a backpack stuffed with clean clothes) to my hair stylist's apartment to attempt to salvage some semblance of my appearance.
Now you know your relationship with your hair stylist is one of your most longstanding and durable when she not only cuts your hair in her apartment, but 1) lets you show up sweaty 2) lets you use her shower 3) lets you use all of her products and 4) gives you a nice clean towel. I love you K! Even better, K has a widely read blog of her own, styles celebrity hair, and has a shower that is absolutely JAMMED with amazing stuff.
So during this most recent shower, out of fear that K would declare half my length "DEAD" and chop it all off, I grabbed the richest looking gook I could find in her bathroom, Shu Uemura Silk Bloom Shampoo and Masque, used the combo, and hoped for the best. When I rinsed out the conditioner, I could already feel the difference. My hair felt smoother, and I combed it out without even needing leave-in conditioner or detangler. Better, K marveled over how shiny my hair was, and miracle of miracles, it wasn't weighed down at all. The jar describes it as 'firm touch'. WTF? No idea.
Of course it has Argan oil, everything seems to these days, but it also has Safflower oil (I'm a huge fan, see previous salad post) and black cumin oil, by which I'm intrigued. Loaded with omegas, which are as good for the scalp as they are for the hair. Super important to me, since I'm losing my hair, and fighting it like mad.
Not only was K not mad that I gobbed on the most expensive product in her shower, she gifted me a bottle of Clark's Botanical's Cellular Lifting Moisture Mist. She is so terrified of frizz that no skin saving miracle will convince her to mist. Ever. Period. I, on the other hand, have been moving this bad boy from bag to bag and have just ordered a replacement bottle. It not only hydrates, but the essential oils actually do seem to lock in moisture, and the aromatherapy elements calm me down when I'm about to go ninja on someone in the airport. Yes, the smell is pronounced, so smell it before you buy it!!
And I have the hair and skin to prove it. Dry. Dehydrated. Dead. Lifeless. Add on depressing adjectives as you will, I haven't even had time to blog about it, because I'm too busy being screamed at to power down all devices. Last week, I had 18 hours between landing from a trip to Europe and hopping on a flight to the west coast, and ran, (literally, with a backpack stuffed with clean clothes) to my hair stylist's apartment to attempt to salvage some semblance of my appearance.
Now you know your relationship with your hair stylist is one of your most longstanding and durable when she not only cuts your hair in her apartment, but 1) lets you show up sweaty 2) lets you use her shower 3) lets you use all of her products and 4) gives you a nice clean towel. I love you K! Even better, K has a widely read blog of her own, styles celebrity hair, and has a shower that is absolutely JAMMED with amazing stuff.
So during this most recent shower, out of fear that K would declare half my length "DEAD" and chop it all off, I grabbed the richest looking gook I could find in her bathroom, Shu Uemura Silk Bloom Shampoo and Masque, used the combo, and hoped for the best. When I rinsed out the conditioner, I could already feel the difference. My hair felt smoother, and I combed it out without even needing leave-in conditioner or detangler. Better, K marveled over how shiny my hair was, and miracle of miracles, it wasn't weighed down at all. The jar describes it as 'firm touch'. WTF? No idea.
Of course it has Argan oil, everything seems to these days, but it also has Safflower oil (I'm a huge fan, see previous salad post) and black cumin oil, by which I'm intrigued. Loaded with omegas, which are as good for the scalp as they are for the hair. Super important to me, since I'm losing my hair, and fighting it like mad.
Not only was K not mad that I gobbed on the most expensive product in her shower, she gifted me a bottle of Clark's Botanical's Cellular Lifting Moisture Mist. She is so terrified of frizz that no skin saving miracle will convince her to mist. Ever. Period. I, on the other hand, have been moving this bad boy from bag to bag and have just ordered a replacement bottle. It not only hydrates, but the essential oils actually do seem to lock in moisture, and the aromatherapy elements calm me down when I'm about to go ninja on someone in the airport. Yes, the smell is pronounced, so smell it before you buy it!!
