Why is the thought of a weekly blow-dry so much better than
the final result? I’m always so jealous
of those people who have the time and money to have weekly blow-dries, and
leave with Kate Middleton hair. I on the
other hand, always leave the hairdresser desperately want to re-do my hair as it
just looks that little bit too far. However this still doesn’t stop me from
always hoping a professional blow-dry will actually leave me looking like
K-Midd/ Cheryl Fernandez-Versini (neƩ Cole)/Blake Lively.
So when I saw a tweet from SkintLondon (follow them here)
last week offering free blow dries from GHD using the new GHD Aura, I thought
why not?! GHD’s make the best
straighteners, so maybe their new hairdryer will actually allow my hair to do a
little more than just hang limply. I
think what I really liked most was the fact that GHD were spending all day
offering free blow dries to the general public. I wasn’t going to have to wait
and hear all about it on a biased blog with some stunning blogger wearing free
clothes, with her great hair, photographed in a great location looking perfect.
I was getting to go.
I realise I am writing a blog…but I’m not a blogger. These rambling don’t lend themselves to
people sending me free stuff. I don’t photograph well. And as much as I love
fashion and beauty and food, I don’t buy all the right things that are
conducive to a popular blog. I read an interesting
article about fashion blogging here which kind of sums all that up. I
lasted 2 weeks “working” in the fashion world (O Wonderland…it was not a
pleasure) but have friends starting careers in fashion now and I feel for them.
This blog is obviously here to help me
further my career in TV commentating, after my starring role in Rip Off
Britain.
Anyways…I digress.
So managed to secure a post-work slot at the GHD headquarters
in Soho. This then made me want to go
out after to show off my lovely blow dry. Date night was swiftly arranged for
afterwards in Soho. Dream day really. Hopefully.
I arrived, couldn’t
get in the building and had to wait for a random person to leave the office to
let me in. Not ideal. I then waited about, listening to someone else moan their
appointment was meant to be at 6pm. It was now 6.55pm. I worried slightly, but thankfully was seen before her (I think she left without her
blow dry…no idea what happened). I met
my lovely hairdresser who asked what I would like done. I stated very clearly
that I would like a bit of volume and just some movement, as my hair always
just hangs. She seemed to grasp this. As she was washed my hair, there was the
usual commentary on how much hair I had and how thick it was. I warned her it
takes ages to dry as it hold water but can’t hold a curl. This resulted in
numerous varieties of blow dry sprays and mousse being used. Blow drying
started, lots of curling was happening. The curls were then being pinned. And hour
later the bottom section of my head was almost bone dry, but was yet to be
blasted curled and pinned. People left, all with wonderful slightly volumized,
K-Midd esque hair. I was the last one standing 1 hour and 30 minutes later.
The curls were unpinned, and on came that face you do when
the hairdresser looks super pleased with themselves and you hate it. It was
massive, truly massive. She then layered on the hairspray. I coughed. I thanked
her, grateful I didn’t have to pay, then left. Not once did she try and sell me
the hairdryer. No sales pitch. I didn’t get to hold the hairdryer and see how
wonderfully light it is. Nothing. Just my new bouffant. I hated it. I definitely
didn’t take any pictures. Then thankfully, an hour standing in the London heat
outside my favourite little French bar, it was almost straight. Flat to my
head. Back to normal.
I’m not buying the new GHD Aura hairdryer. I’m not paying
for a blow dry either.