My 2000s Chi Straightener Didn't Spark Joy, So I Decided to KonMari All My Hair Tools
Back in the early 2000s, during the reign of Uggs and Juicy Couture, I begged my mom to buy me a hair straightener — namely, a Chi. Since middle school, I've only replaced my beloved Chi flat iron once, maybe twice, because I recently discovered I had three in a tangled mess shoved in the bottom of my drawer. After having my family home torn apart by Marie Kondo Jr., aka my mom, it felt like now was finally the time to see what "the life-changing magic of tidying up" was all about, and the drawer stuffed full of vaguely labeled "hair products" — brushes, spare bobby pins and hair ties, curlers, a missing cap, and a ball of cords — felt like a good place to start.
The KonMari method has two parts: discarding and, only then, deciding where to store things. Here's how I KonMari'd my hot tools, ahead.