Kerastase Nectar Thermique.

Once again, I break my Project 50 Pan in style. Because if you're going to break a spending ban you've got to make sure that:

a) Your purchase is completely unnecessary.

b) Your rational, non-spending-ban self wouldn't dream of dropping such a large portion of their wages on such a frivolous item.

Please. When English is second on the packaging to French, meaning you have no idea how to pronounce the note-worthy delicious sounding ingredients (in a good way, nothing ends with 'araben' or 'ulphate', rather the delightful sounding 'de gelee royale'), you know you need it in your life.

The product itself is delightful. A little goes a long way, and it smells really lovely; clean, chic, French.

I smooth a dollop - about the size of an Australian 10c piece - through damp hair, brush through with my trusty Tangle Teaser then allow my hair to air dry. I then make use of the heat-styling protective agents by GHD-ing (yes, a brand that is also a verb) any unruly sections and cowlicks of which I have numerous.

Since adding this to my hair care repertoire, I have noticed my hair is easier to manage. It's softer and smoother, too. However, the cost is hefty enough to send your significant other into conniptions  and Kerastase is owned by L'Oreal over whom PETA regularly has a field day.

Moral dilemmas:

a) There are starving children and I am spending what could feed an orphanage for a week on a hair product (I may be exaggerating a little here).
b) Fuzzy puppies and kittens.

... But my hair will be fabulous and smell of Parisians. Sigh, life is hard.