The tip for vavavoom hair

This morning I had the urge to just keep my head under the running tap again, because there was nothing to make of it. Or well, saying there's nothing to make of it might not be entirely true, but I couldn't get anything fun out of it. I should tell you that actually all hair stylists get a bit short of breath from my mane, because a) it's a lot and b) it stays just how you want it. Sounds heavenly, right? It's mostly difficult for me, but really.

The straightener, curling iron, hairdryer, difficult brushes and I are not made for each other. When I start, I still think: I can do this. Until I turn the second curl the wrong way and everything goes differently than the planned curl direction, while my hair is doing really cool, if I may say so myself, with a wild curl. Not those hard ones, I'm not really the type for that. This afternoon we're celebrating a Christmas party at the editorial office. Our top chefs from FavorFlav  are taking care of lunch, you know how it is. My first world problem? My hair. I can't handle it. That's why there's only one solution: the Express Bar of The Building. Just located on Haarlemmerdijk. I don't know what you do with all that partying, but I'm going to run inside, lean back for a moment and come out with vavavoom hair again. Saves stress, a bad mood and it results in picobello hair. Hallelujah, Merry Christmas everyone.