Combating Frizz
I can remember ironing my hair when I was about twelve years old. I straightened it, all right. I was left with a halo of split ends that encircled my head and, everywhere I went, the smell of burnt hair…
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I can remember ironing my hair when I was about twelve years old. I straightened it, all right. I was left with a halo of split ends that encircled my head and, everywhere I went, the smell of burnt hair…
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I adore being pampered. Ask me what I want for my birthday and the answer is bound to be something spa-related. What could be better than lying in a quiet room, perfectly temperature-controlled, with dim lights and soothing music. It’s…
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