procrit similar drugs to viagra I have a LOT of hair on my head. It takes the lady who cuts it two hours. It is wavy and straight. Kinky and heavy. It can’t decide what it wants to do. The only thing that all of the stands can agree on is that they don’t like to be in another city, with different water and strange shampoos.
After I wash my hair if I want to look halfway presentable I have to spend a hour drying, straightening, etc. I go to the DryBar a lot.
In our latest trip to Paris, I decided I did not have room in my bag for my special round brush. That’s just an excuse to go to Sephora and purchase a new one in Paris.
Sephora in Paris does not carry brushes.
I walked into the big Sephora on the Champs and it was so loud and party central. Everyone was enjoying themselves. Except for me with my hair in a bun and needing some loving.
I was told to go to a pharmacy. Easy, one across from my hotel.
Days went buy. The hubs renamed me Annie. I am not sure for the kinky hair of orphan Annie or Raggedy Ann. Regardless, my hair is sorta red and he thinks he is funny.
After several Sephora attempts (yes I was in denial) I finally found a place that sold brushes (and nail polish – yippy).
I read lots of articles (like this one) that advise people to leave stuff at home. You do not need a guitar, or a coffee maker, but you know what you need. I will be buried with my special round brushes, hair oils and curlers. But if you don’t have this issue, maybe you can do with out.
Lesson learned. Toothbrush and deodorant stay. Brushes are coming with me.
Peace and Love.