Thursday April 24, 2008
No ‘poo Day Three

Today I got a haircut at Astor Place Hair Stylists. Rita, hairdresser to the stars and proud owner of a chow and a pomeranian, gave me an $18 haircut, a chin-length bob, that left me with several pieces of straggling six-inch hair jutting out of my new 'do, which I had to hack off at home. I'd walked all over NYC yesterday looking like a mental patient who'd given herself a haircut.

Rita didn't even blink when I asked her not to wash my hair. She was wearing enough makeup for at least two people, and she took in my plain face and Birkenstock sandals and asked no questions.

Rita rinsed my hair with water only, and my hair air dryed by being tossed in the wind as I walked around. Aside from the unfortunate haircut, the hair looked bouncy and full of body and not greasy even though it was only washed with water.