Ok, so I don’t really wash my hair that often. I grew up in a household with only one shower and five people, so the formative years were not totally filled with showers for me. Years later, once the babies started coming, hair cleanliness just kind of fell down the ladder a few rungs. That said, I am kind of a freak about my hair. I am a red head, and though I’m not exactly a ginger (My eyelashes are not blonde) my identity is wrapped up in my hair color. I will lose my shit if you say I have brown hair (or worse, orange hair), though it is probably closer to brown the older I get. Except the older I get, the more greys creep in. And the more greys creep in, the more I feel like I should take care of my tresses a little more.
But, who has time to wash and style the hair every day? Frankly, I am lucky if I remember to put a bra on before I leave the house most days.
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