A.M. Hudson's Harebrained Moments.
This one occurred, funny enough, because of my hair, not my hare. I have rather fuzzy, quite curly hair, which can be lovely when treated with the right products. I found this great leave-in conditioner that left the curls smooth and silky. However, I misplaced it and hadn't gotten around to buying another.
Finally, yesterday, I decided enough was enough, and something had to be done about all this fuzz. When I looked along the aisles of the grocery store, though, they were out of stock. Damn.
But, determined to solve the crime of bad hair, I wasn't about to back down. I rummaged through my bathroom cabinets and shelves and finally found the bottle I already owned--right in plain sight. Okay, fine, whatever. So I'm as blind as the boys in my house. I'll wear that one on the chin.
So, I washed my hair and dried it, then coated layer upon layer of the soothing conditioner into my hair and started combing. But, I guess it had been so long since I'd used it that my hair was really in quite a bad state. The brush got stuck, clumps of hair tangled in the teeth, I even lost a few too many strands. But the worst part was, my hair was really sticky and all of a sudden very dry. And, what's this, my conditioner doesn't smell like it used to. In fact, it smells quite a bit like my....
Consequently, I got back in the shower and washed my hair out.
Back to square one; no leave-in conditioner.
Epilogue: I found the bottle today, laying on its side at the back of the shelf, completely coated in some olf hand cream that'd leaked.
Purple lid is my conditioner.
Grey lid is my hairspray.