Sentences with phrase «over damp hair»

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

Pour over damp hair, leave for 10 minutes, then shampoo out.»

Spritz a leave - in conditioner all over damp hair before styling it to lock in moisture and shield strands from heat damage.

Spray it all over damp hair post-shower for easy, healthier detangling (because combing your hair shouldn't hurt).

Not exact matches

My shower routine consisted of This Works Energy Bank Shower Gel ($ 29) for the body, and Ouai shampoo and conditioner (btw, hair during pregnancy is beyond major), with a body oil slathered all over the body when my skin was still damp.

Step 1: Prep damp hair by applying Prime Style Extender Cream all over.

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

For this look I let my hair down and blew dry leaving it damp and put up in a bun over night so it gives some texture.

First, prep your hair by spraying Garnier Fructis Curl Shape Defining Spray Gel all over slightly damp or dry hair and scrunching it with your hands.

Her damp, tangled, chestnut - colored hair fell over her face with its full lips.

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.

Following up with a rubber grooming tool can help clean up the loose hair too, or try running a damp (not wet) washcloth over the coat after brushing to catch any remaining loose hairs.

Michelle Doll, in her well over life - size Couple, AJB3, portrays two lovers sleeping in cool, night light, communicating private intimacy in the woman's damp hair and a beautiful gesture of stay - with - me in her spread fingers.

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.