It's been raining cats and dogs all week here in L.A. and I am reminded just how grateful I am for my Brazilian Blowout. Prior to this miracle treatment, rain and humidity were the bane of my existence. As were all other situations that necessitated my hair getting wet. Ah yes, the memory of Miami this time last year (pre-blowout) still sends a shiver down my spine. It's infinitely hard to feel chic and put together when a simple walk down the block turns your whole look on its' head.
Though my hair certainly has not looked it's best this week, I can remember all too clearly just how much worse it could be. Yes, the frizz is gone, along with all of the blood, sweat and tears that used to go into my hair styling.
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