I fancy myself a “studier of the self”. I work towards conscious development, if not a little bit of enlightenment here and there. So imagine my surprise when I stumbled upon the Holy Grail at my very young age.
Let me give you a little background. You see, I have always felt that if I had just one thing, I would indeed have the perfect life. I know you’re asking…is it love? Nope…got that and then some. Money? Well, I am welcoming more and more of it into my life and I FINALLY feel deserving of it, but no that’s not it either.
What you ask? What is it the key to the perfect life? Wonder no more…it is the Chi Flat Iron.
For decades I have walked out of countless salons. Good, no, GREAT salons. And the one thought has always plagued me was, ‘too bad I can’t duplicate this at home’. What was their secret? Why could virtually EVERY stylist that I had ever had blow dry and style my hair in a way that I NEVER could? Why, dear God, why????
Ever on the path to enlightenment I recently took my first post-child trip, sans family, to Denver. It was lovely, if you’re wondering. I met up with my BEST friend from childhood and had an amazing time. Tracy, said friend, always has a great gadget for the hair. Years ago, when I went back to Pennsylvania for her wedding, I discovered the glories of the big-barrel curling iron. At the time, it was QUITE a find. For me, it wasn’t about the curl, but rather the sheen.
Back to present time. We’re in the bathroom of the Hilton Garden Inn getting ready to go out, much like we did when we were 13. Make-up and toiletries everywhere. Talking and applying, Tracy whips out her Chi. What a thing of beauty!
I had NEVER used a flat iron before. My hair is already straight, I just didn’t see the point. The point, my friends, is that you can wake up with the nattiest looking head of hair on the planet and with nary one pass of the flat iron through those natty locks, you suddenly have a shining beacon of stunning-ness.
Ok, I may be overdoing it, but I don’t think so. After ALL OF THESE YEARS, all the longing, all the cursing my own styling skills and revering those of my stylist…it happened. I used that flat iron and I had salon hair.
Some of you naysayers are probably thinking, “Well, of course. You were on vacation. You were having a great time. Everything seems better when you’re away from home.” Not so.
I followed my intuition and ordered a Chi online when I got home. It arrived quickly, but I didn’t open the box. I waited. I was scared. All that power, in such a tiny device. I didn’t know if I was ready for it. Little did I know, I was.
I had my hair cut and styled on Friday. I used the flat iron today and My God, my hair looked like I just stepped out of a salon. And I didn’t even blow dry it properly.
Since using the Chi, my Chi, the air smells sweeter. I’m noticing more vibrancy in colors. And the laugh of a child now brings tears to my eyes.
I would like to thank Tracy, once again, for introducing me to yet another life altering gadget. But even more-so, I wish to thank the makers of the Chi for helping me reach a life goal.
It’s all smooth styling from here.