I tested Kmart's $59 gadget against Dyson's $850 Airwrap - and I couldn't believe the results
Lisa Davenport has put the budget-friendly Air Styler to the test to see how it compares to the hugely popular, high-end brand priced between $599 to $849.
The lifestyle and beauty content creator, also known as the Hampton Housewife on social media, filmed herself curling one side of her hair with the Kmart model and the other with the Dyson.
Much to her surprise, the bouncy curls from the Kmart styler appeared to hold up better than those from its pricier rival.
'I did a side-by-side comparison… and I'm shocked at the result,' the Aussie mum said in her Instagram Reels.
'One side styled with my Dyson the other with the Kmart dupe with results I didn't expect.'
Lisa said the Kmart tool was a perfect, affordable alternative - especially for shoppers who can't afford to fork out hundreds of dollars on big name brands.
'I love that there's an affordable option for this sort of style and it's good,' she said.
'I couldn't believe how good it was.'
Her video has been viewed more than 310,000 times - with many Kmart shoppers confirming it's the 'best' hair styling tool.
'I have the Kmart one and it is fabulous. Now everyday is a good hair day... I can do it in 10-15 minutes... go to work and it's still fab when I get home,' one raved.
'It is an absolutely amazing product - I love it,' another revealed.
Many said they couldn't wait to give the tool a go after seeing Lisa's glowing review - while others revealed they have been struggling to find it in stock.
'Everyone is running to Kmart there will be none left,' one said, laughing.
Many agreed the cheaper version was 'better'.
'Wow! I actually like the Kmart one better, it gives more bounce,' one said.
'Kmart wins,' another shared.
'Wow - great comparison,' one suggested.
'Wow that's crazy - go Kmart,' another added.
She filmed herself curling one side of hair with the Kmart model and the other with the Dyson
The sell-out Air Styler from Kmart has been flying off the shelves, with some fans claiming it's 'giving Dyson a run for its money' after achieving bouncy, wavy curls for a fraction of the price.
The hair tool comes with four attachments: left side curler, right side curler, 32mm brush and hair dryer nozzle. It features three speed and heat settings, a self-clean function, and a three gear temperature display lights.
With a near perfect rating of 4.8 out of 5 stars, it's safe to say customers are obsessed with the Kmart product.
'I was super surprised! I was very skeptical... (but) I love it. It's amazing and easy to use,' one said.
'Great Air Styler and gives my daughter's Dyson a run for it's money, brush is wider but shorter... There's a nozzle and two curling attachments, three temperatures although the hottest is too hot. Works well and great price. Brilliant,' another shared.
'The Kmart Air Styler is amazing. As good if not better than the Dyson. If you can find one buy it,' one revealed.
'I was looking for a styler that automatically sucked the hair around as I am useless with trying to curl with a straighter. After 10 minutes of trial and error, I mastered this one. It works well on my thin, medium-length hair, takes less than 10 minutes to do and lasts all day. I have bleached hair and have not noticed any damage or dryness from using this, although I do protect my hair well and only use it maybe once a week,' another added.
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