This morning I washed my hair, and I saw a light at the end of the tunnel.
Ok, let’s step back for a minute. My hair was still limp, lifeless and greasy-when-dry, but it was perhaps, slightly, a bit softer. Cat steps, people; cat steps. Trust me, when you’ve been having the worst hair day known to (wo)man since Medusa was born, any improvement is cause for a party featuring circus clowns and juggling baboons.
I followed my new regimen this morning: I washed my hair with just 1/2tsp. baking soda dissolved into 8oz. of water and followed with my usual vinegar rinse, concentrating the vinegar on my ponytail but NOT on my scalp. After blow-drying, my hair was oil-packed along my scalp and at the back of my head. But – and here’s the exciting part – I could tell almost as soon as I got out of the shower that my hair was marginally softer than it’s been in a week!! So the verdict is in, everybody: I was using WAY too much baking soda!
Lemons, I heartily apologize, and I hope that you will happily join my hair care routine again soon (but not until the transition period is over – I don’t want to confuse my hair any more than it already is).
In answer to the question that I’m sure is on everyone’s mind: Yes, I did have to go to work today. And, no, I did not go with greasy hair. But how is this possible??
Well, just scratch my head. That’s right – give it a good scratch, nails and all – the way a gibbon would. Just scratch my head and guess what you’ll find? My favorite ingredient – baking soda, which is now my deodorant, shampoo and dry shampoo.
Last night, knowing that I’d probably have an oily head this morning, I put some BS into an old pepper shaker for optimal
dispensing. It worked great: My oil disappeared (mostly) and my hair looked presentable. And anywhere I went today it looked like someone was beating an antique rug on top of my head.
But seriously, I had a lot of BS in my hair today. For the most part, it was not noticeable, but I ran to the bathroom just about every hour to make sure I didn’t look like I had a case of chronic dandruff. Just because you couldn’t see it, though, doesn’t mean it wasn’t there. Every time I touched my hair, I came away with dust. My hands were grainy and needed washing. Then they were drying out. Papers were gritting across my desk. It was like I was working in a sandbox.I believe in the sand between my toes; not buried in my scalp! (But anything’s better than greasy!)