Now, I don't know a lot about beauty. I use the same products every day, and wear the same beige make up all year round (Something which I really need to work on- advice in comments gladly welcomed). However, one thing I do love spending my time on is my hair- not not everyday, as who has time for that- but when an occasion presents itself, a blow dry is my go to thing.
I'd been using Hershesons blow dry bars for a while now, and whilst I had no technical quarms, they are very clinical. In, out, no messing. So when an invitation arrived asking if I'd like to try out Chelsea's new blow dry bar, I was straight down to Kings Road, faster than a sloaney on a pony.
Duck and Dry is beautiful inside. There's no two ways about it. From the elegant furnishings, to the fresh cut flowers, right through to the comfy chill out areas. A far cry from clinical.
But best of all? They have their very own bar- yes serving alcohol.
Clients are encouraged to take their time, and relax before or after their appointment. It feels as much a social space as it does a hair salon.
What makes a blow dry bar different to a hairdressers, is they only blow dry hair and don't cut it or colour it.
It's a little like clothes shopping- there are 16 blow drys and hair-up styles to choose from. Just tell your stylist and let them do the rest.
As a blow dry involves washing the hair, I'd left my hair to dry naturally the night before, as as you can see my hair is not naturally straight, so I wasn't going to battle with the straighteners, only for it to be washed again.
As you can see, I wasn't blessed by the hair God's naturally, so a little helping hand was in order.
Having such thick hair meant two people were needed to blow dry it- and this is why I can't do it myself.
Ta da! Professional blow died hair in a little over half an hour.
Big, bouncy, blow dried hair. If their is one beauty regime I think is worth doing, it's looking after my hair.
Duck and Dry really are the sweetest blow dry bar I've been too. It's now my go-to bar, already having returned. Insanely friendly, not trying to rush you away, infact I ended up chatting and drinking way after my hair was finished, making me a little late for a date at Somerset House.
I don't pretend to be a fashion blogger, I don't know how to dress fashionably according to the magazines, but I do like fashion, and clothes and style. To me, anyone should be able to dress up, and not feel intimidated by the fashion community.
Fashion Week feels a little like that. A bit competitive and slightly non welcoming to those not in the fashion inner circles.
So thinking Fashion Weekend, the public version, might be more relaxed, I headed on down with fellow blogger Katie from Kalanchoe.
Studded Jacket- Mango
Skirt- House of CB
Ruined hair- British Weather
Now I'll be completely honest with you. Me and Katie didn't like Fashion Weekend. We had Bronze tickets, which it seems unless you have the high priced ones, you only get entry into the grounds and access to the clothing sale, which to be honest I wasn't bothered about shopping.
I'm very grateful to George at Asda for sending me them, however with not much to do, we swiftly left and decided not to waste a good old catch up.
We didn't travel far though. Across the road is the much celebrated Radio Bar in the ME Hotel. I think that will do nicely.
Situated on the top floor, it lets this be known to patrons with an arty glass wall and a plummeting view into reception.
Perched on a high chair, it was rather unnerving at times. One small slip, and I had visions of landing on hotel guests.
If you can get over the dramatic views, the cocktails are worth it.
Sweet, fruity, and yes, sorry guys, rather girlie, they are the perfect Saturday afternoon catch up sort.
Having been up and about since early that morning, it only occurred to me that I hadn't eaten- all this fashion and beauty talk had made me forget my roots!
Radio Bar do tapas nibbles, so order a few and get stuck in- a non fashion term.
Spanish cheese selection.
Ham and cheese melt croquettes which were fab.
A sure fine way to get the energy levels back up.
With a few more cocktails under our belt, we made up for the lack of excitement of Fashion Weekend. Plus when the sun went down, the roof top terrace offers some magnificent views all across London.
I think that was worth getting my hair done for.
Duck and Dry
335 - 337 KING'S ROAD