To Wash…or Not to Wash.
Yes. It’s come to this. To wash, or not to wash – this is this week’s question.
As I was working on the wall illustrations for the latest Zizzi in Chichester (lovely city by the way) I was having my lunch in the sun and reading Times2. In it was the lovely Matthew Parris discussing the joys of not washing his hair for years. And years. And years. Yum. And even though shampoo had not come near his scalp in over a decade his hair was light and fluffy like a little puppy.
Apparently the science of it is (drastically summarised) if you don’t use shampoo, you don’t irritate your scalp causing it to produce grease and crap mucking up your hair. If you leave it the hell alone it keeps it own natural balance, and doesn’t get greasy.
Well I never. This really sounds too good to be true. And like any child of the digital age I did the next logical thing and googled this apparent wondrous fact. And what do you know? Andrew Marr is also involved in this shampoo embargo. Dare I jump on this exciting, yet potentially socially ostracising bandwagon? What would happen if my scalp decided that it wouldn’t sort itself out, and i’d be the weird lady on the bus with the real greasy hair who smells a bit?
And, no offence to these two fine gents but they’re both middle aged and have next to no hair. I’m in my mid-twenties and have hair that’s so long it covers my boobs when i’m topless (not a regular occurence, just putting into context the length of my hair)
Plus, little do my colleagues and friends know i’ve actually started this shampoo embargo on Monday. It’s been half a week, and my hair is as greasy as Greedo (Very greasy to those non-Star Wars fans) However, i’m determined to see it through. I have many a hat I can wear on particularly bad days, and i’m stocked up on enough Febreeze to last me a life time. I know i’m painting a very desirable picture to you out there.
Suitors, join the line round the corner please. Wish me luck!
