Organic Shampoo?

Okay, do I wash my hair first or after the paste or not at all? I didn't know, but no matter how many times you wash your hair it couldn't hurt you or could it?  My hair is very coarse and very dry and very naturally curly, so I loved the thought of perhaps this mysterious mixture of sweetened banana would make my hair silky and straight.

Do you know how hard it is to get tiny black pieces of banana out of a head of hair, especially a thick mop like mine? It's a good thing I was home alone when I did this little experiment. One might have mistaken the sheer laughter and gagging coming from my shower as that of a crazed woman. Dumping the mixture on top of my head I began to work the slimy mess through my hair. I shrieked when a glob fell on my foot with a plop. The now-black color and chunky texture gagged me. Continuing to work in the stuff, I could almost hear it sucking the moisture out of my hair. Ugh! Maybe straight silky hair is not what I want...

About half way through the ordeal, it finally dawned on me that this was not such a good idea. Getting the stuff through my hair and rinsed out proved to be quite a dilemma. It took lots of scrubbing and lots of rinsing. When I finished my shower and looked at the shower I was horrified. Little black specks were splattered all over. It appeared that my mint green shower curtain had a new black speckled print. The other sides of the showered were also splattered with goo. And if that wasn't bad enough, when I looked down at my feet, I was standing in three inches of water; the drain had become clogged. In the water floated the black sections of the banana-honey paste that hadn't stuck to the walls. Mixed in with the chunks of paste was, of course, hair! Again it reminded me of vomit...and the gagging started again. I am not sure if, at this point, I was laughing or crying! I did wash my hair with shampoo before getting out.

After clearing the drain, stepping out of the shower and toweling off, I thought I was done, except of course to scrub down my bathroom. As I stood in front of the mirror, I began to move a comb through my hair.