Monday Morning Mirth  

from the lies my mother never told me file...



Part of Deep Spring Cleaning here @CHicKnits is the inevitable HairCut! What happens when you go PAY for the HairCut? You fall into the Product SinkHole that is right next to the cash register!

WHO could resist this?! Not me! It wended its way into my bag after I read this from the product packaging:

"Il n'est pas réservé auxs blondes niaiseuses, il convient ausi aux rousses ardentes et aux grosses brunettes..."

Rousses Ardentes? But of course, the dry little mop of ChicKnits which could truly luxuriate in this product: "created by blondes for blondes, and all the colors in between...

Hair conditioning and care was very important in my family. One of my favorite smells as a tiny tot was the aroma of Creme Rinse on my Mother's head. Her father, DziaDzia to me, actually used to wash his hair on Saturdays in the Kitchen Sink. We lived kitty-corner to he and Busia and would always run over there to see the deed.

He had a fabulous full head of silvery white hair and on Wash Day would start the water running to give it time to get comfortably lukewarm. Then he'd go into the fridge and get one egg. Yes, an egg. After wetting his hair under the faucet, he'd crack the egg on his noggin' and wash away! This Cracking Fun was just enough to send me and my year older brother into the fittiest of giggles. I swear that egg foamed up just like store bought!!!

NOT to be outdone by his FIL, my Dad recommended to me ( quite often when I was a teenager - damn those parents repeat themselves), an Egg Facial! He told me it was a *Family Secret* handed down from generation to generation.

Here's a Not-So-Secret Version, with a little honey for you sweeties...

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