More than 10 years ago, the trusted woman who cuts my hair urged me to try a new style. I was up for a change, so I boldly took her suggestion. My hair looked great when I left the salon, but in order to maintain this chic new cut, I had to use a blow dryer (which first meant buying one). I’m not skilled with tools, and it took me 20 minutes and a neck cramp each morning to walk out the door in style. These days, I have no idea where my blower dryer is.
Illustration by Elzbieta Gaudasinska