I kind of hate drying my hair.
At shoulder length, my hair is the longest it’s been in 20 years. I’m just not accustomed to this kind of Crystal Gayle-esque maintenance.
Sometimes, I let my luscious locks air dry. I love how soft they feel when almost but not quite dry.
This is what I imagine I must look like when I let my hair air dry.
This is what I really look like.
It’s such a disappointment.
So, in an effort to make myself more Farrah and less Kathy Geiss, I examined my hair dryer. It was pretty gunky. So, I spent 20 minutes picking lint out of the vents.
Now, when I dry my hair, it takes about half as long. Instead of being a teeny bit fried, my hair is a teeny bit more shiny-like. I wouldn’t go so far as to call it luxurious, but it’s still an improvement.
But pulling the lint out of all the little vents on the side and the back of the hairdryer?
Dude. That was so, so satisfying.
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