For nearly 20 years, I’ve been straightening my long, curly hair with so many different gadgets, they fill their own enormous drawer. Inside you’ll find a hair dryer and a backup in case the first one ever breaks; a curling iron that rotates in two directions; a hair-straightening brush for dry hair and another for wet hair; and a broken flat iron I can’t bring myself to part with, plus the replacement I just bought.
Despite this arsenal, I’ve never been able to style my hair, per se – no beachy waves, no sky-high volume, no tousled Bridget Bardot sexy bedhead situation.
