Current mood:	content
Current music:	Buckcherry ~Crazy Bitch~
Entry tags:	hair, lush, salad

A Side of Salad
Ok, for those who don't know me well, I am a huge enthusiast for a store called Lush. It specializes in handmade and natural cosmetic and bath products. It's totally awesome, a little more expensive than some other brands, but chemical-free and good for the environment. They sell shampoo and conditioners in bars (Meaning the shampoo is SOLID. It's very cool) which saves something like 3 plastic bottles and all their bags are either recyclable or compost-able. As I said, very, very awesome.

Anyway, I was in Lush the other day, and they were having a promotion, for $15 you got to test out 7 of Lush's hair products. Which is awesome cause I've been wanting to try out some different solid shampoos, but being an unemployed student money is in short supply and all that jazz. So I got a sample of their Blonde shampoo bar, Trichomania shampoo bar (Which smells like coconut, yummy, and is apparently very moisturizing), their Jungle conditioner bar, (which is nice, but unfortunately not strong enough for all of my hair, but I have long think hair down to the base of my spine, so that may be why, it may work better for someone with less hair to deal with), a sample of hair gel called The Big Tease, a sample of liquid shampoo, called BIG (Cause it volumizes, I thought it was a clever name), and some liquid conditioner called American Dream.

Ok, enough product promotion, seriously Lush should pay me for all this publicity, but anyway.

The last product I got was a hair treatment called H'Suan Wen Hua Hair Treatment. Don't ask about the name, apparently it's a Cantonese God of hair (Those exist? Go figure.) Anyway, this treatment has balsamic vinegar in it, cause apparently that helps moisturize hair, whatever, I'll have to wait and see. So, I was working the product into my hair and my brother comes into the bathroom and freaked out. He was all like 'It burnssssss!!!' He was walking around the house with his shirt pulled over his nose for the entire half hour that I had the stuff in my hair. Finally, I was confined to my room cause the smell started to annoy my mother. Wusses. It so wasn't that bad. So yeah, I spent half an hour locked up in my room smelling like a salad. An odd experience to be sure, but definitely an amusing one, or so I thought.

Moral of the story: If you want some time alone, make your hair smell like vinaigrette. XDD