One of the best features of the Wellness conference I attended last week was the yoga sessions.
They were in a restorative style, which involved very little effort and lots of relaxation, which was great, but the most striking aspect of the yoga instructor – undoubtedly skilled, with a voice both authoritative and calming, and a tall, willowy figure – was her hair. It was long, with flowing ringlets. Gorgeous. I was eaten up with envy, and on the second day, over lunch, I screwed up the courage to ask her her hairstyling secrets.
It was quite detailed, and I had to take extensive notes. Quite a few of the steps were surprising – don’t rinse out any of your conditioner, never use a towel, never blow dry. I’ve done it twice since the conference ended, and sadly the results are a little disappointing so far – flat, greasy looking, and yet still, inexplicably, frizzy. But as our Rache says “It may not happen overnight, but it will happen!”: I’m still quietly confident.