White hair products are few and far between in Cosmetics. The rainbow is getting brighter in the hair care section. The eye makeup is evolving into very dramatic effects. I am not sure why I was cruising the aisles in the drugstore this morning and I walked out buying nothing.
I guess I went in there because of my hair. It is getting so thin. As I looked at all the options I remembered all the things my mom and I used to do in the fifties. I helped her dye her hair dark brown with a toothbrush over the basement sink. I used to sleep in uncomfortable rollers every night.
I did find a few boxes of permanents. Those smelly chemicals were actually addicting I think. I loved getting a permanent at one point in my life. Little Shirley Temple curls that were so socially acceptable.
I have a theory that our beauty standards in America come from the powerful Nazi images of the perfect race. Fortunately those ideas are dispersing but in the aisles today I saw very few ethnic products. There was a macadamian nut hair cream that I wondered at. Maybe Roseanne Barr markets it from her nut farm in Hawaii.
I didn't buy anything at the Cosmetics Counter. I passed up the cookie and candy aisle and just glanced at the ice cream cone counter. I didn't buy any boxed food in the back or greeting cards. I walked out pure and came home and took a shower with my VO5 Volumizing Shampoo and I thought that was enough. I took a few snips at my haircut and fluffed what remaining hair I have. A beautiful crone.