Bangs, fringe, breakage — whatever you call it, it'll fit in some butterfly clips.
If you have a Sultra Bombshell curling rod thingy, you know why I love it so much. It's the easiest way to get curls of whatever level of curliness you desire without a clamp ruining the look with a dent. I truly suck at doing my own hair--I'm a beauty editor, not a hairstylist--and this tool makes it seem like I know what I'm doing.
That said, there's a reason it comes with a glove. You have to hold your hair in place as you count to whatever number you've deemed the ideal curl timing. I, of course, never use the glove. When I brought it home from the office, I couldn't find it. And if I'd brought it home with me, chances are I wouldn't be able to find it in my apartment because losing things is just what I do.
And besides, the burn I got this morning couldn't have been prevented by the glove! While I was wrapping a section around the rod, I booped the skin of my inner forearm, two or three inches down from the wrist--pretty much right where the glove stops protecting.
My forearm is usually reserved for straight-line clothing-iron burns (I actually think I see the remnants of one in the photo), so I really impressed myself with this feat. But I'm no Trista. That girl COMMITS.
Your turn! Quick Question: When and where did you last burn yourself with a heat-styling tool? And when I say "where," I mean where on your body. Don't be a smartass and say "In my bathroom."