I think I'm going for it.
after reading an earth day post by a favorite blogger, and then following her link to another, I sort of tumbled down the rabbithole of the no-poo movement.
about a year ago, a fellow curly-haired-soprano — the only type with whom I ever really associate (you know who you are ::wink::) — mentioned she'd given up the poo when I complimented her perfect curls. you see, we c.h.s. are a tight-knit sisterhood, requiring much moral support and product recommendation. her hair, while always pretty, was suddenly gorgeous. her golden highlights shone weightlessly and her curls had body without frizz: a miracle in texan septembers. not only that — she claimed to have found the curly-hair holy grail: total product independence. my jaw-dropped incredulity may only register for others in context of my morning regime: one dab of this, with a little smidge of that, a few pumps of this (plus sometimes a teensy bit of this), followed by a spritz or two of this. it's expensive in time and cash, and requires regular consultation of the weather channel, tea leaves and runes.
to be perfectly frank, I've been dabbling for a while, only shampooing every second or third day, and wetting my hair in-between. I've been on a near-constant quest to locate shampoos without sls and other harsh chemicals that contaminate the water supply (they may not be proven carcinogenic, but they're more assertive than necessary, and it just makes me plain nervous slathering petroleum-derived products on my scalp). anyhoo — it may be a regrettable decision after a few humid days, but I maaay just try it out. see how it feels. you know ... until I end up trying to cover the pickle smell with patchouli stink, requiring some sort of crazyhippie intervention.
friends, here's where I need your help — please speak up if I start smelling like that dog.