First off: This is a post about Blo Blow Dry Bar – a company that is providing me with free Blo outs once a week for the next three months. And I’m telling you now because it seems kind of shitty to read a whole post and then only at the end find out why I wrote it. Now that we got that out of the way, I still think you should read the rest because you will learn why Blo outs are actually awesome (and why I would go even if I wasn’t getting them for free).
Plus I have a surprise for you.
Here are the basics: Blo Blow Dry Bar doesn’t offer cuts or colour, just a wash, blo, and go. If you are perpetually lackadaisical about your appearance than you will fully appreciate the magic that is having someone else do your hair.
When Blo approached me about posting on social media in exchange for wickedly awesome hair on the regular, my first thought was “That’s cool, but I don’t really do that.”
I like free stuff, but only if I get to be honest about it.
Then they said that I could write whatever I wanted without having to run it by them first: "we want to hear your take on Blo Vancouver in your own words!"
Therefore, I have decided to tell you about this strange bump that has been growing on my head for the past few years. To which I'm sure they would say "that sounds weird. But good?" I'm banking on it.
Allow me to explain.
However, I went ahead and got it removed just in case, which left me with a bald spot and trying desperately to make headbands cool again.
Lesson learned: headbands will never be cool.
That was 2010 and I was in a tug-o-war of identity. I had bleached blonde box-dyed hair with black roots and spent Sunday mornings picking dried leaves and dirt out of my clip-in hair extensions. I could handle a bald spot because no one had high expectations of my hair in the first place. I had recently recovered from a mullet-phase.
Lo and behold, here we are six years later and the alien-thing is back and riding shotgun. This time I do not want the emotional trauma of concealing another bald spot. Bad things aren’t supposed to happen to pretty people. I don't want to go back to that dark place - you can't make me go back to that dark place!
Anyway, I’m doing the only logical thing left to do: ignore the growing bump.
So what if I'm starting to pick up signals from outer space?
For the most part, ignoring it has worked. Besides, of course, when it comes to matters of styling, which brings us back to Blo.
There I am getting a magical head massage when I remember - dun dun dun - the bump. My eyes shoot open. I’m always worried that the hairdresser/head rubber will be kind of iffy about the whole encounter, but what am I supposed to do, introduce them ahead of time?
Instead of relaxing I spend my time wondering if she is wondering if it’s contagious.
It's not, don't be ridiculous.
I‘m happy to say there wasn't so much as a flinch when her hand grazed over the bump and subsequently touched my soul. After the deep conditioner treatment, she proceeded to transform my hair into a luscious mane of perfection. In fact, I forgot why I was so concerned in the first place. Maybe the bump isn't so bad. Maybe I'm a unicorn. Ya.
As for that surprise. If you book your first appointment with any Blo in Vancouver, use the CODE WORD Double L for 10% off.