
It was an overcast February day in New York. Tired after my flight, I decided to treat myself to a blowout. My hair was bedraggled and with everyone on the street looking like a million bucks, I said “hey, it’s my turn.” … Continue reading
It was an overcast February day in New York. Tired after my flight, I decided to treat myself to a blowout. My hair was bedraggled and with everyone on the street looking like a million bucks, I said “hey, it’s my turn.” … Continue reading