It kept it up pretty well, and the top got faintly greasy by Wednesday night, when I took this picture, all delirious with non waxy joy:
I even had a nice little ponytail going, it wasn't all stiff, clumpy, and tragic looking:
All this reminds me of a Russian saying - How do you make someone feel good? You make them feel really bad for a while, and then stop.I washed it Thursday, again, with the Camomile Lavender Bar, and it was magical, and I washed it Sunday. This time I didn’t comb the suds through the hair length, because I heard it’s not good to comb wet hair, it’s brittle at its soggy stage, and, infinitely more important, I’m lazy, and I will not have myself in a situation where I must comb stuff through my hair diligently. If I had that kind of patience and determination, I would be curling iron-ing myself into a Beyonce look alike every morning. If the No Poo thing meant I'd have to wet comb my hair, I might have to jump ship.
It’s OK. There’s not a whole lot of grey crap in it, but it’s not quite as shiny and lively as it was last week. It just sort of hangs there. But, wax free, so I ain’t complaining. It's just nothing to write songs or make glittery stickers about. I’m thinking I can now introduce the vinegar rinse back into the equation.
I wonder, though, if the combing suds through is what got rid of the waxy crap, and now it is slowly accumulating back? I will have a fit.
Meanwhile, I think I should run and get a haircut while it’s behaving. I have delayed the cutting and the hair coloring until I came up with some sort of consistent routine, and a consistent, ‘non homeless’ look.
I also have my reservations about showing up to my hair guy, with a bar of soap, and telling him what’s up. It’s a fancy Newport Beach place, where they wade knee deep in Kerasta.. that expensive, nice smelling fancy crap I can’t quite spell. Among others.
It was completely out of question the 5-7 weeks my hair was covered in Hair Wax Play Doh, but now, I almost feel like I can confidently thrust the Lavender bar at him, and say, “No, no,.. no Aveda for me, and nothing too sudsy. I really want you to rub this here bar all over my head, and skip the conditioner. If you *really* want to, I got some vinegar water in this here decoy Sprite bottle. Don’t worry, the smell will go away. ”
I am guessing he’ll schedule all my subsequent appointments in very low traffic hours.
Meanwhile, I got a comment from Queen of 50c, an awesome thrifting blog I found while link surfing, And, not only do we share the same garage sale jurisdiction, we are both doing it shampoo-less, and her hair has yet to fall out. Every little encourgement matters.