On my 25th birthday I took a photo of myself in a mirror and I've been doing it every year since. I plan to do this for the rest of my life. On Friday I turned 33.
This year I got a blowout; a drastic difference from my natural spiral curls that freaked my friends out in the best way.
I can't stop running my fingers through it! I am growing my hair long for the first time in my life, and it's reached the point that I have NO IDEA what to do with it, so I've been piling it in a bun on top of my head and calling it good. For my party, though, I wanted to wear it down for the first time in months, but styling it was less "fabulous curly locks" and more "drowned rat".
Luckily getting a blowout in New York City is pretty simple; virtually any salon will pop you into a chair with little-to-no notice and send you on your way half an hour later looking fabulous for about forty bucks. I've saved a LOT of out-of-town elopement brides with this trick. There's always a salon nearby when you're in Manhattan, and you can make online appointments at DryBar - a salon that does blowouts and updos exclusively - which has locations all over the City.