Hello, all you lovely people from Daddy Likey! Thanks so much for checking me out, and thanks even more to those of you who have been sticking around. This blog is only quite recently started, and it’s wonderful to already have some readers. I am very open to advice and ideas, so feel free to drop me a line, if you so feel.
But onwards to the issue of the day!
I use cheap shampoo.
I am a cheap person in general, maybe in more than the financial sense, but self, we are not going to go down that dark and dusty road today. Today we’re sticking to the topic of frugality.
Most of my friends and roommates are willing to splurge a bit for a better product. They feel the extra five dollars is worth it if it means the skin cleanser won’t melt their face, and I agree with that. I see products all the time that seem very much like a worthwhile investment. Things like makeup brushes made of Peruvian Squirrel Hair (only from squirrel royalty) and moisturizer gleaned from the Moisturaria Tree that only grows on the highest peak of the highest mountain in the hills of Taiwan. These seem like reasonable things to me. But when the time comes to open my wallet and actually SHELL OUT for the best products, I scrooge up and opt for the dollar bottle of Suave.
And Suave is perfectly fine. It does its job. I don’t have any mice living in my hair, so that’s great. But I’m growing my hair out, and it has started to become…cumbersome. I’m considering switching to a shampoo/conditioner that may be more worth my while.
At this point, I haven’t had a haircut in nearly a year. I’ve gone from a short choppy boycut to an oily, stick-straight-and-yet-somehow-poofy mane that goes a bit past my shoulders. The Suave ain’t cuttin’ it anymore. I thought the addition of a THREE dollar bottle of conditioner from the Garnier line might make up for it, but it’s only oiled my hair up to the point where you could fry potatoes in it. Since I am about to graduate college, it’s starting to feel like I should be able to get a grown-up set of hair supplies. Something beyond what I can yank off the shelves at grocery stores. Something that makes me appear to be the quality person I am (snerk!) and causes people to stare wonderingly at my glowing locks of dignity before shouting, “YOU’RE HIRED!”
Or just something that doesn’t make me look like I do meth behind the 7/11. I’ll settle for that.