I've Got a Gal in Kalamazoo

I'm sorry I don't have a lot to report on the beauty front. Except to say that it is NOT my fault that I'm drowning in samples. Check it out: I went to the crack den for an emergency hair coloring appointment yesterday and walked out with a small bottle of Moroccanoil. Did I ask for it? Did I expect it? No and no. I didn't even know you could get GWPs in a hair salon.

I haven't tried the Moroccanoil yet, but I checked out the ingredients, and the first ingredient is cyclomethicone, which is silicone oil. The second ingredient is argan oil. Looks like you could make Moroccanoil by mixing one part FrizzEase with one part Josie Maran Argan Oil.

Was that a review? A rant? FINE. I'll try some on my daughter's wet hair. She can be my guinea pig.

"How is this?" wonders the internet. "Why is Poppy in such close proximity to her daughter's wet hair?" it asks. Well, I got up at 5:00 this morning to drive to Michigan to fetch her, because she has three auditions this weekend. We're currently in Kalamazoo, Michigan.

I just have to say this: there are a lot of funny place names in the States. But Kalamazoo is right up there with Woolloomooloo. I mean, with a name like that, if they don't actually have a zoo, I'm going to feel cheated.

And speaking of the performing arts, I can't dress, sing, dance, or even FALL DOWN this well.



Also, we're in a Holiday Inn right off a highway. We shared an order of fries at dinner. I don't think it's possible to feel less glamorous than I feel after watching that number.