Dry Shampoo for the Cheapskate

Carol Tuttle recently did a video on the effects of daily washing your hair. And how it's a big no-no. I realized that in the amount of time it would take for me to write why and for you to read why, you could've watched this video three times over. So--here ya go. Now, I've known this for a while. For at least...

Workin' With Whatcha Got: Type 3 Hair

I have long hair. Long, thin-stranded, hair. My hair is confused and has been for years. It doesn't know whether to be straight or curly (regardless of the years of appointments it has made with the straightener), and the result of my hair becomes a funky, wavy-frizz.  How does a hair type like mine fit...

I know it seems like I'm hatin' on my secondary more often than embracing it. And while I do tend to do that about 75% of the time, I understand that running from her is running from myself. When the secondary calls, it's best to answer.

I love, absolutely love, being a Type 3 woman. I feel most comfortable in my skin this way. Never did I know that this way of living would feel so good.

Quite frequently I tell The Crazy (Miss Type 2) to just hush or to disappear, generally when it's regarding something that I want done instantly and she's getting in the way. The mental stretch becomes agonizing at times. With some tasks I will want to be determined, the go-getter and she will force me back and have me questioning my motives and whether I am fit for the job.

But I do honor her and should honor her more when she beckons me to take time off and to decompress. As I tell my friends, "I'm doing a 'defragment and delete'"; meaning: "It's time for me to take time off from the constant going and the constant socialization while I turn inward, let some things go and recharge".

Now, I don't know if this is a regular Type 3 thing: to get a little burned out with present life that you need a day off (perhaps four) before resuming. I figure it's my Type 2 who's wanting me to baby myself and give it the care it deserves.

I am a Bible study teacher. And I love it. Like, love, love it. I love my students and I love hearing myself talk teaching them. Being this teacher has made my life rich in blessings and I'm a better person for knowing these kick-butt teens. They inspire me which leads me to do all I can to empower them and uplift them and tell them that the world is theirs for the taking!

And while I love this job, it takes quite a bit of energy out of me come Friday. And this is the time where I will actually listen when my secondary steps in and says, "Miss T3, it's time to take a back seat."

Sometimes it only takes an afternoon to "defragment and delete" and sometimes it takes a few days. My secondary knows how long I'll need (not saying she doesn't press her luck to stay longer). She understands how easily I get burned out with situations and helps me decide where I need to "trim the fat" in certain areas of my life. Others may call this "picking your battles". One of the few times when my dominate and secondary energies become the perfect marriage is when I'm trimming the fat from my life. My secondary looks at the big picture, all the details and ponders on what's best in my life and once decision is made, my dominate will embrace that idea, and follow through with it.

And it's those times that motivate me to continue to find the perfect balance of energies.
Carol Tuttle has mentioned time and again that if you are not a bold, striking Type 4 then you need to throw out all your black clothes yesterday. And why?

Type 1s look silly and childish in black. Bright, spring colors are for you!
Type 2s look washed out and not taken seriously in black. Muted, soft colors are for you!
Type 3s look old and fat in black (gee, thanks). Rich, shaded colors are for you!

Hearing this for the first time was quite a bummer as I believed black to be the universal color. But looking in photos I can see where my black clothes tend to have dominance and the eyes go there instead to my face. I also look older and more tired in black, the color pulls my face down, even when I'm smiling.

Problem: I'm too cheap to throw out all my black.

And I know I'm not the only one.

One day I was surfing Carol Tuttle's blog and read the comments in one of her videos.

Kathryn said (source):

I'm a Type3 and I have another Type3 friend who took her black clothes and soaked them in a light bath of bleach water, just enough to remove part of the dye and not destroy the fabric. She came out with some burnt oranges, and other rich hues!


Kathryn, your friend is a genius and you were inspired to write this! We, the people of the cheap, thank you.

Now it was time to try this out.

I took two black tops that I felt no emotion to (because I got these). If I lost them during this experiment, oh well. If they turned out as planned, coolio. I could go either way.

I filled the bottom of the washer with hot water and added, oh, 3/4 c bleach. I don't measure when I use bleach and therefore I probably go overboard with it. But I wanted results fast.

I let it soak in still water for 30 minutes (moving it around every ten-ish minutes, making sure it remained fully submersed) before allowing the washer to continue its cleaning cycle.

Before:



After:




The shirt, my first attempt, didn't turn out as I would have liked as I had it agitating in the bleach water instead of having it sit in still water. Some parts of the shirt didn't lighten as well as the rest. It doesn't look bad, it just looks like it's a little damp in some areas.

Biggest bummer? I hated this sweater when it was black. Now I love it (hellooooo chevron!) and it doesn't fit me! AUGH! I don't know how to modify clothing (now could be a good time?) and therefore will figure something out with it.

Maybe there's a giveaway in the future? That is, if there's more readers out there than the ones I have made up in my head....