June 28, 2008

Went to an engagement party for Rod’s sister. I didn’t have the courage to tell their uncle, who is a hairdresser, that I’ve stopped shampooing my hair. I ventured onto the topic by asking whether he’d been doing a lot of beehives for his clients, based on Amy Winehouse’s popularity. He said no. Then I mentioned the article in the New York Times about shampooing only twice a week; I quit talking about it when I saw the look of disgust cross his face.

Like many longtime hairdressers, he is bald.

Rod’s cousin, who has been reading my blog, asked me whether she could feel my hair to test its greasiness. “It looks great—so shiny and full of body. And it doesn’t feel any different than hair that’s been shampooed.” she said.

At this point the no ‘poo regime has passed every test: children, hairdressers, family members, and my husband, coworkers, and employers.

The only frontier left to cross is to see how well henna washes out with shikakai or water only, if for some reason I feel the need to color my hair.