I Rinsed

I could feel the grease in my fingers. I could feel the fluffy part in the back go slick with grease. I wasn't optimistic. So I used the apple cider vinegar rinse by itself. Hoping against hope that the acid could cut through the grease better than water alone. Thinking: "We shall see...the day is early still." 

I'm not like Edwina. When I smell vinegar I think of fall. I see red leaves on the ground and apple crisps in a recycled cardboard plate. It reminds me of the first time I went to the Rhinebeck Sheep and Wool festival. Stopping at a booth of wool yarn rich in lanolin and warm despite its scratchiness. I remember picking up a brightly colored skein, bringing it to my nose and inhaling it deeply. Smells of hay, sheep, oily shears and vinegar swarming my brain. The rush of supporting the farm by buying a skein (or 2, or a whole sweater's worth, why not come out and say it?) and knitting with a yarn steeped in color, locked in with vinegar is what I think of when I smell vinegar. I have actually found myself knitting more these past two weeks than in previous months. Perhaps some subliminal motivation? At any rate, I don't mind smelling like vinegar and besides, I just assume that others can't smell my hair anyway. 

The lesson of the day is to keep a boar bristle brush at work so I can brush my hair there when I get in, after my hair dries so I'm less self conscious about the greasy separation. After I got in tonight, here's the result:

Looks smooth, doesn't it?

It still feels soft under all the grease, which I'm interpreting to mean that it's clean. I was pretty surprised by that, I must say, but there you have it. Plan is to wash again tomorrow night when I get home from softball.  

# of days since last commercial shampoo: 13

# of days since last naturoo: 4

Public Perception Paranoia Scale: 7/10