Favourite Things Friday

Whoooooooo Hoooooooo . It's Friday again which means that if I survive until 5pm I have two days off to look forward to. It also means it's time to play Favourite Things Friday again. I'd love to see your Favourite Things this week so feel free to link on up and shamelessly tell us all about one of your Favourites. 

When I was little I had very dark, very straight very shiny hair, and I took it totally for granted. I used to  stay out in the sun without a hat , and use non coated elastic bands. My Mum used to wash our hair with shampoo only and then let it dry naturally into shape by  sticky taping it to our foreheads. I guess they didn't have blow dryers in the dark ages. And my hair always bounced back.  Those were the days my friends- those were the days. I didn't realise how good I had it.

In my teens I got a mullet...I don't want to talk about that. In my own defence - it was the fashion at the time. Yes -I have pictures. No - you cant see them.

In my 20's I started torturing my hair with cutting, colouring and perming. I also found my first grey hair (on my 29th birthday no less !)  I ditched the sticky tape and started using a glob of mousse and a blow dryer-every single day. And I used whatever shampoo they had on special at the supermarket. 99 cents for a whole bottle is a bargain. And still my hair remained shiny and gorgeous and dark and sleek with very little effort on my part. 

In my 30's  I discovered the joys of hair product.  Lots of hair products in fact .  I got sucked in by the marketing hype. I allowed my hairdresser to upsell me to teeny tiny expensive bottles of  salon shampoo and conditioner. I added shine serum to my repertoire. I ditched the mousse and started using wax and paste and anti frizz rinse . I lashed out on  hairspray and finishing spray. I bought curling irons and hair dryers worth mega bucks with diffusers that looked like the exhaust of one of the Apollo mission shuttles. My hairdresser became one of the most important people in my life. Yes folks I turned to the dark side. I became a convert to the "Thou shall spend approximately 3000 bucks annually on your hair to look gorgeous " camp because my hair was less shiny and less straight and less gorgeous than before.

In my 40's  hormones and living have taken a toll on my once dark sleek shiny hair and the only way I'm going to get that effect now is by using copious combinations of very expensive, probably head cancer causing hair products.  My hair is downright kinky and not in a good way. The only shine my hair gets is straight from a bottle. Colouring my hair is no longer a fashion statement - it's a necessity. My morning ritual has gone from "I'm using hair products to enhance my hair and look utterly gorgeous" to "If I don't use enough hair product to sink a battle ship someone's going to ask me if I'm the scarecrow out of Wizard of Oz". And since one of the joys of my life is having a  good hair day, and if I don't use all this crapola on my hair these days the chances of that happening are remote, I'm happy to worship at the altar of Matrix or Redken or Juice on a daily basis. And if that means I have to take an extra suitcase away on holidays to fit it all in and hide the hair product receipts from Mr. P-  then so be it. Men just don't get it because usually they would be happy to wash their hair in dish washing liquid.

I'm a  firm believer that the Good Hair Day Gods only visit those of us that buy ridiculously expensive hair products and a great shampoo and hydrating rinse (notice they don't call it conditioner when you buy the high end stuff ). From time to time I get the shits on with paying 80 bucks for a bottle each  of shampoo  and "hydrating rinse" and then I remind  myself of what happens when I use the cheap stuff. I don't want to take that trip to Scarecrow-ville. 

So now that you all know how shallow I am I dare you to link up with some meaningful and sentimental and well thought out posts about your Favourite Things this week.  I'm off to pimp my hair.