My hair is dark, coarse, naturally wavy, and waist length. It takes over twenty four hours to dry on its own and about twenty minutes for me to dry it with the blow dryer if I’m not actually trying to make it look good. It’s also naturally dry and I apply alarmingly large quantities of Moroccan Argan Oil to help with the dryness and I don’t like to wash it everyday because excessive washing causes breakage. Some people find that very gross but I assure you it’s not—lots of people can’t wash their hair every day for the very same reasons!
Bikram Yoga throws a wrench into everything. The sheer amount of sweating that goes on in the hot room makes it necessary to alter my hair care routine. When my hair is piled up on top of my head in a bun for class, the bulk of it doesn’t get sweaty but my scalp and the first few inches are drenched by the end of class. I’ve taken to leaning over a sink and shampooing my scalp and the hair that touches it after class in order to buy myself just another day before washing the entire length and further drying it out.
Today, I really needed to wash my hair in its entirety but I was doing a double at the studio—the 6 am and then the 4 pm classes—and I didn’t relish the idea of washing my hair after the first class, having wet hair all day at work and then going to the 4 pm with wet hair. I decided I would skip washing my hair until after the four pm class even if I did feel a little gross at work. After the first class, I went home and quickly showered and got ready for work. I combed out my hair and then put it in a low chignon to keep it out of my face.
But, by lunchtime I couldn’t stand it any longer. My head felt itchy and unbearably disgusting. My friend and I ran to the grocery store on our lunch break to pick up some food for lunch and I purchased some of that L’oreal dry shampoo I’ve heard to much about and an inexpensive brush to use since the back of the bottle said a brush was necessary. Back at work, my friend got lunch ready while I went into the bathroom and gave the dry shampoo a try.
Disaster.
I followed the directions carefully, lifting sections of hair and spraying the dry shampoo in short bursts at the roots. It looked horrific—it looked like I was graying at the roots and my hair was sticking up oddly. I’m not going to lie—it sort of looked like I was rocking some Einstein hair! I let it set for a minute and then I massaged it in. When I began to brush the product back out it turned into hundreds and hundreds of tiny white flakes. It looked like I had upended three salt shakers on my head. I began to panic and brushed faster. I cursed as a snowstorm of dry shampoo swirled around me.
My friend came in to see what was the matter. She was speechless for a minute and then said something about the one time she tried dry shampoo a couple years ago. ‘Did this happen to you??!’ I leaned closer to the mirror to see if ANY of it appeared to be brushing out. It wasn't. She told me she didn’t remember but she had never used it again. Hmph.
There was nothing else to do but attempt wash it out with soap and water. I wasn’t thrilled about having to use Dial antibacterial hand soap on my hair because nothing is more drying than antibacterial soap but there wasn’t any other choice. I leaned over the tiny bathroom sink and scrubbed at the roots of my hair and then rinsed. The little flakes of dry shampoo were gone. But…
Now, there was a paste! Yes, a paste. Sort of like in that episode of Friends where Ross is wearing leather pants and calls Joey for help when he overheats and can’t get them pulled back up in the bathroom of his girlfriend’s house. Don’t know what I’m talking about? Watch the video clip here:http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rbZVlKKd7I8
I nearly cried. It took three more washings with the hand soap before all of the dry shampoo paste was gone from my hair. My hair was revolted at this treatment and stuck up every which way for the rest of the day. It refused to be smoothed down.
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