We parted ways (Vigi was tired from waking up at 5 a.m. to work on Selena Gomez and was on her way to style Reese Witherspoon), and I definitely had an unprecedented pep in my step. And guess what? My hair didn't fall flat—and garnered a ton of compliments—for six days straight. On the night of the sixth day, I reluctantly washed it and fantasized about how much of my pay packet I'd be willing to drop to schedule another appointment.
Interested in more hair secrets? Read about why I wore hair extensions for nine years (and why I finally stopped).