As I was rinsing out the empty conditioner bottle this morning, I started to look forward to the trip to the pharmacy this would require. I love choosing and buying a new shampoo or conditioner. I like smelling the different offerings. I like admiring the bottles and seeing what tantalizing teasers the shampoo makers have come up with this time (with kiwi! with emu oil! with alpha hydroxy! with apple pectin! and vitamin c!!). I like the hair care goo for blondes and brunettes and redheads. And that gets me thinking of my yet to be realized dream of being a blonde (a perfect, bottle blonde like Marilyn Monroe) which hairdressers have so far dissuaded me from becoming. These thoughts lead me to the hair dye aisle, which I wander lecherously. Streaks and grey cover-up and moustache dye and chestnut and autumnal burgundy and sassy summer blonde. But back to the shampoos and conditioners. I usually try to find one for curlies though not one has worked so far in taming this mop. I avoid the ones that smell like strawberries, apples or candy, or anything else that reminds me of being thirteen. And I usually stick to the under 5$ range, only rarely splashing out for a more expensive one. Once in a fit of hair envy, I bought a 25$ Aveda conditioner based on smell alone. It smelled lovely but was useless for tangles.
Today or tomorrow, expect to see me in the haircare section of the pharmacy, I'll be the one with the dreamy look on my face.
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