Last week was crazy busy, with two trips out of town and a big family visit, so on Wednesday, knowing that I wouldn’t have much time later in the week to tend to my hair, I blew it out and hoped I’d be able to get by for a few days using just a dry shampoo.
It was a decent enough plan, and it got me through a few days, but then I decided to sneak in a run…
BAM! Just like that, I had janky roots.
And a greasy scalp. Greasy, stinky, oily, and all kinds of gross. 🙂
I fully intended to wash my hair before heading to my BFF’s son’s baptism on Saturday, but as usual, time escaped me, and I ended up with only 20 minutes to dress and get out the door.
Dang! Not enough time for me to wash and style my hair.
I was about to reluctantly turn to the dry shampoo again (I know…) to spruce up my roots and absorb some of the oil, put my hair up in a ponytail and throw on a hat, but I didn’t have a hat that matched my dress.
Drat! With the clock ticking down to the start of the ceremony, I discovered this blowout beauty improv trick.
I got ready to hop in the shower, but before jumping in, I quickly sectioned off my hair, leaving my bangs and the hair framing my face free, and putting the rest of it up in a ponytail.
Then, to keep it dry, I wrapped up the ponytail and the volume in the back in a towel and secured it with bobby pins (you could probably also use a shower cap for this step).
In the shower, I shampooed and conditioned my scalp, bangs and the hair around my face, but I avoided the hair tucked up under the towel.
When I finished, I removed the towel and ponytail and sprayed some dry shampoo on the roots around the area that stayed dry in the shower. Then, I used my T3 to straighten and dry my bangs and the wet hair framing my face.
Total time: about three minutes. And I was good enough to go.
It’s weird, but even though I knew that most of my hair was still dirty, cleaning the front area made me feel about 100 times better. 🙂
Sure, it can’t compare to a thorough shampooing, conditioning and blowout, but when I don’t have a full 30 minutes to deal with my ‘do, it could be worse.
Your friendly neighborhood beauty addict,