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The Exp-hair-iment

This is a post all about hair. Be warned, boys especially, it may disinterest you.


Relevant facts about my hair:
1. It is curly.
2. It is prone to frizzing.
3. People love it. I mostly love it.
4. I've only briefly found a hair routine that had fantastic results, and I think it actually had more to do with the weather than the routine.
5. Most people can't tell the difference between my "good" hair days and my  "bad" ones.
6. People are beginning to call me a redhead. I'm warming up to this idea. (do you agree or disagree?)


My head has been itchy/unhappy for the past few months and my current products are not working well for me. Too much frizz, dry ends and greasier-than-usual roots. I have low brand-loyalty on most things, including hair products, so I did some poking around on the internet. Aided by a couple of friends, I came across two things:

This website devoted to curly hair discussions.
And the "no-poo" phenomenon.

It's almost August, and my hair is inevitably at its frizziest and greasiest; this seems like the right time to try something new. Here's the plan:

For the next month, I'm making my own hair products. After looking around, it seems insanely easy to do so.

I am afraid it will be a disaster. The other part of me says no one will notice anyway - except now I've told all of you, so you'll be paying attention.

I may not last the full month. I hope I do. And then, maybe I'll continue. IF I cop out/this natural approach doesn't work for my hair, Plan B is to find the best curly hair products for my specific curl type, porosity and density via the curly hair site. (do you know there are so many subsets of hair? there are. and you just may be somewhere on the curly-hair spectrum.)


If I'm still doing this in a week, I'll share my hair product recipes.
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