Let me tell you a secret: I am masquerading as a well-‘pooed person.
Some time ago, I came home complaining to my dad that the Volvo’s check engine light was rather chronically on (bear with me; I’m getting to a point). He told me he’d take a look, and by that weekend he said the problem was taken care of – the check engine light would no longer be a bother. Choice!
About a week later, the wagon broke down in a Target parking lot. We hauled her into the shop, where I took the bad news: engine work.
“But Daddy, you said you fixed it! What gives?”
“Sure I fixed it – I cut the wires to your check engine light. It didn’t come back on, did it?”
I’m the Volvo, and I’m cutting the wires to my check engine light. I realized today that all this baking soda and corn starch (the dry shampoos I’ve been using for the past week) are just masking my underlying No ‘Poo problem: oily, greasy hair. (Not dirty – just overly-producing natural oils!)
Sooner or later, I’m going to have to face the music and make a decision on whether or not to pull the plug on this thing. Sooner or later, I may have to admit that No ‘Poo just isn’t working for me. Sooner or later, I’m going to have to fix the engine in my hair.
Honestly, I’m not sure how much longer I can walk around like this – always making myself presentable with a slapdash temp fix. (That is, unless capes come back in style, and seeing as the Harry Potter craze came and went without that coming to fruition, I doubt we’ll see it in our lifetime.)
To be fair, I am still seeing progress just about every day. Perhaps it’s just my wishful thinking, but I am really compelled to believe that this will eventually work (but not without first putting me through hair day hell, apparently). I showered this morning (once again using 1/2tsp of BS to 8oz. of water) and my hair was less oily today than it was yesterday; and since cutting back on the BS, my hair has been getting softer, as well. Another unusual development: My hair somehow feels thicker. Go figure.
On the other hand, my once bright, bouncy, shiny blonde head is still a dull, listless, lackluster helmet. It’s not pretty. However, I do intend to stick with it until this weekend. I’m determined that it will work.If I’m still floundering by Friday, I’m going to take a long look at my hairs and ask,
“What did I ever do to you? When did I ever hurt you?”
And they’ll reply,
“You’re joking, right? Let’s see: hot curlers, hair spray, flat irons, curling irons, shampoo, crimpers, chlorine, gum, teasing, scrunching, blow dryers, rubber bands…need we go on?”