I have 24 cans/bottles/sprays etc of hair product on my shelf in our bedroom, so this of course doesn’t include the ‘wet’ hair products that crowd the bathroom (at least 9 that I can think of from the top of my head, pardon the pun).
I know what you’re thinking. You’re imagining me with a different hairstyle every day, all carried off with that ‘just stepped out of the salon’ shine and gloss. Wrong, wrong, wrong. I wear my hair the same EVERY DAY. Loose and straightened for work, palm tree style with fetching fringe clip when I get home. So what’s with all the stuff?
I’ve got nice hair, if it’s not too big headed (there’s another one!) to say. But I live with the desire to have nicer hair. Glossier, fuller, straighter, curlier, more defined…and clearly those 24 products have promised me a variety of those desires at some point. And have they? Mostly, no. Do I keep falling for the promises? Yes. I am a marketing team’s dream. Put a picture of Cat Deeley in a magazine and use words like ‘repair’, ‘softer’, ‘glossier’ and I’m sold. I will peruse the hair product aisles of large chemists at least once a week. I’ve been firm with myself lately and am taking a ‘Just Say No’ stance, but like any kind of addict, I’m tempted. It doesn’t help that Sister, with whom I usually peruse the aisles, has an even worse case of product addiction.
Now don’t tell Husband, who has a more minimal stance to this kind of thing, but on any given day, I use two of the bedroom shelf products. Two! That’s 22 unloved (and dusty) products on the shelf. But I can’t throw them away. I might need them! The fact that some of them have actually survived a house move four years ago means nothing. I’m bound to forget why I’ve stopped using some of them at some point and no doubt be overwhelmed by a horrible gone-off hair product smell (apart from those that are really old and from the days when our products were loaded with stuff to keep it tip-top for a century).
It’s not just my head that has all the extra stuff. I counted 11 body creams/butters/lotions on the go in the bathroom this morning. And I have two vanity cases full of extras, although I did unearth my last Christmas body wash this morning. It must have been a slow year.
It’s probably time to admit it. My name is Joanne and I’m a product-holic. But I have no plans to reform. I’m going to chuck or use the hair stuff, I think, but life can be hard enough without just one body spray to choose from. I’m anxious to build up the body wash collection as we speak. And if I ever do run out, I can always cross the landing to Daughter’s room. At five and a half, she’s already building up a collection of perfume (because who doesn’t want to smell like a Disney Princess?! Obviously not Daughter, who never touches the stuff!) and gooey lipgloss. Like Mother like Daughter I suppose!