So after Bob read my last blog, A Short List of Mildly Annoying Moments When Living in a Foreign Country, he sat down at the computer for a WHILE with my bottle of mystery, and finally figured out that I've been conditioning my hair with firming body lotion, specially formulated to improve skin elasticity. WELL NO WONDER. I went out to my local Rossmann and spent a little time in the aisles. I am now in possession of a bottle featuring English words, which say:
Professional performance conditioner. Strength & compatability without overburdening. For fine, powerless hair.
I don't think of my hair as powerless. Not that I've ever thought of my hair as particularly powerful, but to just come out and call it powerless. Ouch.
I have shampooed (twice) and conditioned (for an afternoon!), and now my hair looks like hair. Maybe even slightly powerful hair.
In other news, I have found a robe. I don't have it at my house - it costs $50 bucks, and I'm cheap. But I know it's there in the store, waiting for me to feel a little flush, which could happen sometime in the next few years. Possibly. If we ever figure out a way to be gainfully employed again. But that's a topic for another blog.