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Exp-hair-iment Week #2

After a week of washing with my homemade cleansers, my hair is just as soft as before. Maybe softer. My scalp is definitely less irritated, and my curls have fantastic shape and better definition. So here are the recipes/routine:

"Shampoo"
1 c water (filtered/distilled/etc is probably best)
1 Tbsp baking soda

"Conditioner"
1 c water
1 Tbsp cider vinegar
few drops tea tree oil

The Routine
1. I store the shampoo in a spritz bottle and the conditioner in a regular little bottle.
2. In the shower, I spray the shampoo directly into my scalp, making sure I get it in the areas most prone to getting greasy (for me, crown & temples).
3. Massage it in/rub it around. It is only very slightly gritty. Mostly it feels like water, but make sure you let it exfoliate.
4. Rinse.
5. Pour conditioner through hair, roots and tips. Let it sit for a bit.
6. Rinse in cool water.

C'est tout! 

The only hair-drawback I've noticed is an increase in topp-layer frizz, BUT that is understandable as I haven't been using any gel-like products, and I have frizz with store-bought products if I don't use gel.

I'm getting set to make some flax-seed gel, but the recipes I've looked at say it will have an egg-white consistency, and that grosses me out. Shudder.

I'll post next week on how round 2 (adding leave-in conditioner & gel) go.

Comments

  1. I love it! I'm so glad it's working out for ya and can't wait to hear about the leave-in conditioner and gel!
    Miss you, friend.

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  2. When I was growing up we occasionally used vinegar as a conditioner. It always made my hair so soft. Over the years, I have wondered if it would be good to use it again periodically. Also I remember doing a cold water rinse out to close the pores. Don't do that anymore.

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  3. Heather, thanks for sharing! What brand of shampoo have you been using?? I'm very curious/interested.

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