![]() ![]() ![]() I've been using the Buttercup for about a month now and, I admit it: I'm in love. When I got home, I spoke to my three roommates and we agreed that it made sense to split the Buttercup, both fiscally and because we would all be using it anyway. I asked if she was lying, but she insisted that she wasn't and it seemed to be mildly offended that I accused her of lying about blow dryers.ĭespite the Buttercup's impressive claims, adorable (albeit slightly too adorable) name, and pretty, yellow hue, I left Sephora, resisting the temptation to make an impulse purchase. ![]() "A better dryer equals better hair," she said. She explained to me that the Buttercup contains conditioning nano beads that seals your hair's cuticles, leaving hair noticeably more silky than, say, my broken $20 blow dryer. I asked the sales associate if she honestly and truly believed that the Buttercup was worth the steep price point, and, if so, why. The Buttercup Blow Dryer rings in at $195, which is a bit more than I'm willing to spend on a blow dryer.ĭrybar Buttercup Blow Dryer, $195, Sephora You pay at least $60 for a blowout at a traditional salon, so why not pay a fraction of that? I've never actually been to a Drybar, but I have friends who rave about it, so I figured I could trust their product. The first time I heard about it, it sounded to me like something out of a Saturday Night Live skit, but the more I learned, the more it made sense. For those who don't know, Drybar is a blow dry bar in Manhattan that does blowouts (and only blowouts) for $40. The sales associate at Sephora pointed me to the Drybar Buttercup Blow Dryer. So, I headed to Sephora to see if expensive blow dryers are actually worth the dent in my bank account. I splurged on my hair-straightener, but I’ve always sort of assumed that blow dryers were one of those beauty items you could save on. What I didn't tell my hairdresser is that, not only did I cheap out on a drugstore blow-dryer, it is five years old and has a two-inch hole burnt in the diffuser. When she asked what kind of blow dryer I was using I just shrugged and said, "I don't know. I sat in humiliation as my hairdresser remarked how damaged my hair was. Recently, though, I took one look at the frizzy mess of split ends that had become my hair and decided it was time to bite the bullet and take a visit to the salon. For nearly a year, I swore off scissors, becoming more fearful of my hairdresser than my dentist. Ever since I impulsively chopped off all my hair last spring, I have been (not so) patiently waiting for my hair to grow back. ![]()
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