I stumbled via Pinterest onto a fun little blog that has some good beauty tips. I first watched Pink Pistachio’s video on straight hair and used her techniques for fixing my hair on Sunday. I was happy with it. I also watched her video on dirty hair, and after the good hair day on Sunday, decided to give the no shampoo, dry shampoo a try, too. I ordered some dry shampoo on drugstore.com and announced my experiment on Facebook:
I am attempting to move to twice-a-week shampooing with the help of dry shampoo. If you see me, to avoid uncomfortable criticism, please use the following codes: If you like what you see: Your hair is so shiny; If you don’t: Oh, I really like your earrings.
I got lots of interest and positive feedback and one friend suggested I keep a dirty hair diary. Here it begins.
I shampooed and styled on Sunday morning. My photo log begins at the end of Monday, from left to right.
Monday evening, doing fine. Just brushed out.
Tuesday morning, I’m happy. A little dry shampoo and a few hits of the flat iron.
Wednesday morning. Still happy. Same routine as Tuesday.
Thursday morning. Probably could have gone with a washing this morning, but I stretched the limits.
Friday morning. Shampooed and styled and started over with day one. Rosemary and mint never smelled so luxurious!
I think a Thursday morning and Sunday morning washing and styling will be the routine. I liked not having to rush through a shower and blow dry every morning. (Or in reality, a shower and let it dry on its own.) I took baths in the morning, some short, some long enough to read a chapter in my book, and then touched up my hair and put on a full face of makeup. Really, skipping the wash and blow dry only saves me ten to fifteen minutes, but when you’re trying to keep your kids from killing each other or themselves, fifteen minutes is a long time. I felt better taking those minutes to make my hair and face look more pulled together than spending in hiding in the shower. Honestly, I try to hide there, but my three year always manages to find me, strip herself down, and jump into the shower while my eyes are closed lathering up and rinsing my hair. Oh, wow. Is that what they call a breakthrough in therapy? Maybe *that* is the reason I like this less frequent shampooing thing. I don’t feel hunted when I am vulnerable with a soapy head. Amazing. And now we can move forward.