Zach subscribes to the belief that if something is on sale, and it doesn't go bad, you buy all of it.
He routinely comes home from the store with 6 double-packs of deodorant or massive amounts of bar soap or 9 packs of razors...and he'll always shrug at my raised eyebrows and say "It doesn't go bad!"
The good news is that this also applies when I accidentally bring home too much of something, or buy multiples of something we already have at home.
Too much dishwasher detergent? It doesn't go bad!
Boxes and boxes of trash bags? They don't go bad!
Shampoo to add to the 18 bottles already in the shower? No sweat. That stuff doesn't go bad.
Super-sized vat of mayo? Hey, no big deal. It doesn't go bad? (this is where I started to get a little suspicious of Zach's "it doesn't go bad" routine. I now check expiration dates on everything. Turns out, sunscreen DOES go bad.)
But let's talk shampoo. I have 4 different bottles in our shower right now. And I can't even say some of them are Zach's because, well, he has no hair. But if he did, rest assured it would be squeaky clean and silky smooth. And smell like Herbal Essence. Or Dove. Or Tresemme. Or Molton Brown.
It's just that I've never really been loyal to a shampoo before. And I never remember if I'm running low and need to buy a new bottle, so when I'm at the store, I invariably end up in the hair-care aisle and that bottle said it would infuse my hair with moisture AND protect from humidity, which is just exactly what I need, so I must buy it. And then I must try it out immediately, which is why it ends up in my shower with the other half-full bottles. And then I just kind of rotate through them, and the great news is that when one is finally tapped out, I have a whole legion of backups.
IT DOESN'T GO BAD, OK?!
All of this is changing though. Something happened. We stayed at a super fancy hotel when we visited Oxford and it was there that I was introduced to Molton Brown Indian Cress Purifying Shampoo. I'm not linking to it because I want you to have to work for it to see how much it costs and then judge me for that. Go ahead. Google it. I'll wait.
Back? Ok. Let's just move on. We all have our faults, and mine is falling in love with expensive shampoo.
You guys. It is truly like having your hair done at the salon every day. So soft. Smells so good. So shiny. So little frizz. I HAVE FOUND MY SHAMPOO.
I couldn't really get comfortable spending that much money on a bottle of shampoo, so I casually (but with great zeal and without any room for misinterpretation) mentioned to Z that it would make such a great stocking stuffer. I also reasoned that 1 bottle of Molton Brown is probably equal to the 4 bottles of everyotherbrand that are currently in my shower, right? Ok, maybe not, but I certainly wouldn't be buying shampoo every time I was in the store because the most perfect, magical, Disney-princess-hair-creating serum was in my shower...and with that kind of power, I would not only NOT need to buy other shampoo, but you better believe I would be carefully rationing the
So anyways, Z pays attention and he went above and beyond and ordered me a bottle as an anniversary gift. Amazing.
BUT. It was out of stock EVERYWHERE. Amazon. Molton Brown's site. All of the beauty and hair supply shops. All of the fancy shmancy department stores. So he places a back-order and they promise a bottle will ship within however many days.
In the meantime, I'm rationing out the hotel-sized amount I have left. Currently I only use it on Thursdays and Fridays because those are the days I KNOW I'm going out in public and will be interacting with actual people. I stare at the rapidly-dwindling half ounce longingly Saturday through Wednesday and then grudgingly use Dove or something equally mediocre. If only I had known how magical and elusive this shampoo would be, I would have tried really hard to raid a housekeeping cart in the hotel (which is not at all true because I am a rule-follower and I would be WAY to stressed to even attempt such tomfoolery).
This leads me, finally, full-circle. This Molton Brown shortage has made me ready to go all commissary-canned-pumpkin and stock up like crazy. Once the shipment comes in, I am tempted to buy them out, just to avoid a potential hair crisis if/when another shortage happens and I'm running low. And Zach couldn't even be upset about such a purchase because, hey, it doesn't go bad!
Anyways, you guys are walking this hair journey with me, so here's where we're at. I took some terrible selfies to assess the situation. We're getting dangerously close to a mullet and we're fully submerged in the "what do I do with the sideburns that are too long to stay on my face but too short to stick behind my ears??".
We have wings. We have shag. We have cowlicks and weird waves and rogue flips. We are discouraged, but not defeated. We will press on. We do have a hair appointment for next weekend, but purely for maintenance and no length shall be cut...
We are hanging in there. In the meantime, we are clinging to our mini straightener (my gosh this thing is a magic wand if there ever was one) and our hotel-sized Molton Brown. Stay strong.