By now you know that I like to limit chemicals and synthetic things as much as possible, so it shouldn’t surprise you that I recently went an entire month without shampooing my hair.
It’s not really that weird. There’s a whole movement around this- it’s called no poo. (If it’s on Wikipedia then it’s definitely a thing.) Besides limiting the chemicals I was putting directly on my head, which is pretty much directly into my brain, I was hoping that this would help the bad case of psoriasis I have on my scalp.
The first two weeks were awful. Instead of shampooing, I made a solution with baking soda and water. It was awkward to put on and I looked like a greaser. Ponytails and hats highlight my ears that do not lie flush against my head, so those weren’t options. So I walked around with greasy gross looking hair for two weeks. I had been told this might happen, but I still felt like I might need to change my name to Ponyboy.
To condition, I bought a ginomous bottle of apple cider vinegar and put some in a small spray bottle I kept in the shower. It did not smell delicious. It also did not really work. I have fairly dry hair, and I did this little experiment in the middle of winter. The ends of my hair looked like I rubbed a balloon on them. So I had greasy roots and dry ends….pretty hot!
A few people I know that love no poo were very encouraging. One of them suggested using a make up brush to dust corn starch or cocoa (depending on hair color) to help with the greasiness. That did seem to help some. I was also told to try conditioning with eggs instead of ACV. I used the whole egg and that helped too.
So I was getting into a better routine, but let’s review what’s going on here… I was going to the shower with a box of baking soda, an egg or two, and dabbing cocoa on my scalp. It was getting to be too much even for a wannabe hippie like me.
But the kicker for me was that my psoriasis did not get better…in fact, it seemed to get worse. After about 5 weeks I could not handle it anymore. I bought medicated shampoo, fair trade conditioner with ingredients I recognized, and basked in my unitchy, ungreasy, yummy smelling scalp once again.
I’ll probably get brain cancer but at least my hair will look good.