music to read by :: Princess (Moby)
It has been a long hard battle, but in the end, the princess in me has won. Tho, I do have to emphasise the princess in me may have won the battle, but she hasn’t won the war.
And yeah. It’s the hair thing.
As you probably know, I have been attempting to be frugal and environmental in my hair world; going ‘no poo’, switching to henna, no post wash products, and reduced blow drying. Since February past, I have saved money, used no chemicals, and produced no garbage with hair care. It was all good.
The princess in me hated it.
Last week I snapped. Big time.
I popped out of the shower, combed out my chemical- free (yet tangle-free) hair, and proceeded to glare at my reflection.
Out came the scissors.
Back came the full on bangs.
Then the princess whispered, ever so softly, “You make your own god-damn butter. You deserved to have shiny, red hair. You deserve to have shiny, red, sleek hair. You even deserve to hop into your car, drive to the big box pharmacy, and buy chemical hair dye. Right. Now. I’ll even let you buy it on sale.”
And I am sad to say I listened. I hopped into my car, I drove to the drug store (one might even say, “raced”), and I bought chemical hair dye.
And it was good.
I’m still ‘no poo’, it’s pretty amazing really. I love not using shampoo and conditioner.
But I’ve compromised on the hair colour. I’ll use the commercial stuff, but only get it on sale. And since it comes with deep conditioner, I will use that every week or so, so as not to totally fry my hair, or throw out a usable product that I’ve paid for.
And, most importantly, I’m not going to beat myself up over it.
As my inner princess said, “I make my own god-damn butter!”