I found Bill right around the corner from where I was living.
Bill was on 20th Street near my first-ever grown-up apartment, a tiny studio on Park Avenue South in Gramercy Park. I was in a bad way and Bill took care of me. It was scary for me to trust again, but with time, I grew to give Bill carte blanche.
At least with my hair.
My hair adventure started just prior to graduating from Cornell.
In a recent interview with People Magazine, Connie Britton said she only washes her hair about once a week.
I was shocked.
My skin and hair tend to be dry and yet I still wash my hair three to four times per week–more frequently if I go to the gym.
Unless I get a professional blowout, Day 1 tends to be my best hair day.
Day 2 requires decisions: do I go over it with a flat iron? Do I dampen my hair and wear it wavy, making the most of whatever happened during wild sleeping? Do re-blowdry the hair around my face?
Sometimes it’s just easier to wash and start over!
This week I made a conscious effort to see how long I could go without shampooing and conditioning my hair, washing it Tuesday morning. By Thursday, I was brushing my hair approximately hourly. I wanted so badly to hop in a shower and scrub my scalp and hair.
And truly, my hair looked like crap. By noon, it was in a sloppy ponytail.