Many of you have asked how my no ‘poo experiment is going (that is, the discontinuation of shampoo as a method of cleaning my hair).  I haven’t started it.  Until today.

See, for the past year, I have gradually been working my hair from mega-blonde to its natural colour, which is a mousy sort of brown.  The idea of never needing a root touch up is liberating to me—think of it!  I can go on vacation without needing my hair done first, and still take fine pictures!  It could, potentially, be another six months, or even six years before I ever pay money to have my hair done.  What an idea!

Anyway, the last time I got my hair coloured, the stylist still put a few foils of blonde in to add visual interest, or maybe just to jack up the price of my new ‘do.  I wasn’t crazy about the look from the beginning, and I knew the next time I went in, I’d be ready to take the plunge to ALL ONE COLOUR.  This is a big deal for me.

The real point is that I didn’t want to start the no ‘poo experiment before getting the blonde out of my hair; it would be worthless to work at achieving chemical-free hair, just to go to a salon a few weeks later.  And I’m nothing if not efficient (ha!), so it seemed smart to get it coloured first.

So, I woke up this morning with hair like this:

Still a touch of fakeness blonde, see?

You can see how the roots were really showing—February was the last time I got my hair done.  I’m pretty lousy at following up on my roots, which is why going au naturale is so smart of me.

And as I go to bed tonight, my hair looks like this:

It’s a wee bit darker than my natural colour, but it should fade within a few weeks and be just perfect.  Poor Kyle thinks I sort of look like a goth chick, but that’s nothing that a little sun on my face can’t cure.  Seriously, I’m paler than most Canadians, and I’m from Arizona—you’d think I’d have a tan or something that resembles one.  It’s not that I think I should go lay out in the sun and become a walking skin tumor, but I could use a little pigment.  I’m starting to look like a vampire (though not in the Twilight sense of ultimate beauty and perfection—more in the “lord of the underworld who only comes out at night to feed on bats and reptiles” sense).

And you know what this new hair colour means?  It means that tomorrow, when I have a shower, I will use nothing but water to clean my hair.  Day 1 of the no ‘poo experiment has begun.

{I like to think of myself as a revolutionary of sorts.}

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