I used to think they were a bit of a myth. But they certainly aren't.
I have one every three months. The day I go to the hairdresser. Don't get me wrong - I LOVE my hairdresser. I LOVE her so much I fly to Melbourne to have my hair cut. Indulgent much? But in my defense, I have never had anyone cut my hair as well as she does, and when you have curly hair you follow a good hairdresser to the ends of the earth. But anyway, she used to blowdry my hair really well when she worked at her Sydney salon. Now she works at a salon where they use totally organic products. Very few styling creams and potions. Very little spray. My hair lives on styling wax. It drinks the stuff. The more pomade and products the better it looks.
Now, when I leave the salon, I look slightly poodle-esque. Flufforama. And honestly, Melbourne is a long way to go for a bad blowdry. I have to leave it at least a day before I wash it again because otherwise the fluffiness continues for another wash cycle and I just cannot cope with that. I have considered telling her but I have had 18 months of blowdrys without saying anything and I can't say something now.
So today is the poodle hair day. I am huddling under the blankets today I think. Mr K wants me to go to the shops with him but there's a 1% chance I might see someone I know and that's too big a risk for me.
Perhaps if I put a bag over my head, it will be ok?