First of all I should admit (since we are being open and honest here) that I am only writing this post to put off the EVIL moment when I have to ‘fess up to the state of my dressing table.
There, that feels a tiny bit better. I have typed the words dressing table. This is like receiving a children’s party invitation and entering it into the diary and feeling as though the job is done… then forgetting to RSVP, buy the card and the present, and having to wonder if you can get away with wrapping the last-minute present from the garage shop in newspaper as a semi-green, urban trendy statement. Don’t try it – I have, and it doesn’t work.
Now – that last bit was another procrastination! You know where this is going, don’t you? Yep – the search for SLS-free hair cleaning was not entirely successful.
It isn’t ALL doom and gloom – nasty chemical-free shampoos are out there – but they cost a fortune, and then they cost another fortune in p&p. Of course, you might be lucky and live or work somewhere near a shop which sells this kind of stuff. I do not. So – onto make-your-own. Eggs? Too expensive, and I’m afraid I can feel the cold slimy drippy rivulets working their way down my neck as I type. Bicarbonate of Soda? This is really wimpy of me – but it just seems too harsh and I can envisage flakes of half-scoured scalp floating around my head like an early snow flurry.
The final option seemed to be the Self-Cleaning Method. I love that phrase: of course, what it means is Do Bugger All – but they can’t call it that. I can! So, on Saturday night last I decided that I would give the DBA method a go. I even bought a baseball cap to wear for the grim first week ahead. Apparently something magical happens after the first week (or is the second?) and once flat fine straight hair becomes bouncy thick curly locks JUST like Nigella Lawson’s. Truly… I read it somewhere. Anyway, Sunday morning came, I had breakfast, went back upstairs, looked in the mirror and gave up.
Hair product aisle – please save my seat.











