Sentences with phrase «damp hair just»

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For those of you blessed with naturally curly hair, just use a combination of Vita Volume Boosting Foam ($ 25) and Glowtion Potion Styling Oil ($ 29) in freshly washed, damp hair before twisting sections into tight ringlets.

For the sexy, just - off - the - beach look, use a volumizing spray on damp hair, scrunch, and let it air dry for beautiful results.»

Just apply a generous amount to damp hair.

Just spritz onto damp hair, scrunch and let air - dry.

Just spritz it on clean, damp hair and you're good to go.

Apply just a small amount to clean, damp hair before blow drying.

Wet your hair until it's just damp and pour the rinse over your head, massaging it into your scalp with your fingers.

Just unpack the pre-soaked cap, slip it over damp hair, let it sit for 15 minutes, then rinse.

Just apply Redken's NBD («No Blow Dry») or Pureology's Air Dry Cream to damp hair and let dry.

Kevin.Murphy Hair.Resort.Spray: A few spritzes of this surf spray on damp hair will leave you looking like you just took a swim in the ocean.

Just spritz this sea salt spray onto damp hair and scrunch.

I have long curly hair and I just put it on my damp hair, scrunch my girls and go.

I guess I didn't explain too much but I literally just put the products on my damp hair and airdry it about 70 % then use a blowdryer to smooth out my waves

Just use a soft - hold gel like IGK Rich Kid Coconut Oil Gel ($ 29, sephora.com) while your hair is damp and do a little scrunching to keep it looking not - quite - dry.

To recreate Kate Hudson's beachy waves in a pinch, just apply mousse to damp hair, scrunch with your fingers, then let it air dry.

His hair was loose now, hanging in damp waves just to his shoulders, longer than it had been in Chicago.

Instead, to remove loose hair, moisten the palm of the hands with water until they are just damp enough to be sticky, then run them over the rabbit's coat backwards.

Do you just want a quick wipe down with a damp cloth once a month or are you okay wiping out wrinkles, applying lotions and removing clumps of hair?

It went something like this: hotel check - in, locate room, locate wifi service, attempt connection to wifi, wonder why the connection is taking so long, try again, locate phone, call front desk, get told «the internet is broken for a while», decide to hot - spot the mobile phone because some emails really needed to be sent, go «la la la» about the roaming costs, locate iron, wonder why iron temperature dial just spins around and around, swear as iron spews water instead of steam, find reading glasses, curse middle - aged need for reading glasses, realise iron temperature dial is indecipherably in Chinese, decide ironing front of shirt is good enough when wearing jacket, order room service lunch, start shower, realise can't read impossible small toiletry bottle labels, damply retrieve glasses from near iron and successfully avoid shampooing hair with body lotion, change (into slightly damp shirt), retrieve glasses from shower, start teleconference, eat lunch, remember to mute phone, meet colleague in lobby at 1 pm, continue teleconference, get in taxi, endure 75 stop - start minutes to a inconveniently located client, watch unread emails climb over 150, continue to ignore roaming costs, regret tuna panini lunch choice as taxi warmth, stop - start juddering, jet - lag, guilt about unread emails and traffic fumes combine in a very unpleasant way, stumble out of over-warm taxi and almost catch hypothermia while trying to locate a very small client office in a very large anonymous business park, almost hug client with relief when they appear to escort us the last 50 metres, surprisingly have very positive client meeting (i.e. didn't throw up in the meeting), almost catch hypothermia again waiting for taxi which despite having two functioning GPS devices can't locate us on a main road, understand why as within 30 seconds we are almost rendered unconscious by the in - car exhaust fumes, discover that the taxi ride back to the CBD is even slower and more juddering at peak hour (and no, that was not a carbon monoxide induced hallucination), rescheduled the second client from 5 pm to 5.30, to 6 pm and finally 6.30 pm, killed time by drafting this guest blog (possibly carbon monoxide induced), watch unread emails climb higher, exit taxi and inhale relatively fresher air from kamikaze motor scooters, enter office and grumpily work with client until 9 pm, decline client's gracious offer of expensive dinner, noting it is already midnight my time, observe client fail to correctly set office alarm and endure high decibel «warning, warning» sounds that are clearly designed to send security rushing... soon... any second now... develop new form of nausea and headache from piercing, screeching, sounds - like - a-wailing-baby-please-please-make-it-stop-alarm, note the client is relishing the extra (free) time with us and is still talking about work, admire the client's ability to focus under extreme aural pressure, decide the client may be a little too work focussed, realise that I probably am too given I have just finished work at 9 pm... but then remember the 200 unread emails in my inbox and decide I can resolve that incongruency later (in a quieter space), become sure that there are only two possibilities — there are no security staff or they are deaf — while my colleague frantically tries to call someone who knows what to do, conclude after three calls that no - one does, and then finally someone finally does and... it stops.