It was also during those adolescent years where I became a hairspray user. Mom's always had a short hairstyle & one that has never needed hairspray - being so thick - it's always just taken care of being just as it should atop her head. So she's never been able to really guide me on the hairspray dilemma. Low on the family budget & especially with a manufacturer's coupon was our best bet on adding any bottle, or brand, to our very real, very tangible đ, shopping cart.
This is the one with which I most often ended up. As well as the entire bottle being of a very green color, there were also "steps" of hold. Step 1, Step 2, Step 3, & Step 4. (If memory serves me well. đ) Girls in gym class most often seemed to have Step 3. Of course I was instructed to try the basic one, Step 1, first; we wouldn't want me to be using anything more than what I needed to use.
I quickly needed to switch over to Step 2, still using this brand, & still, well sort of, like I fit in at school - holding my hair-style-of-the-day in place. Eventually I did wear our parents down; they succumbed to purchasing Step 3, though I never did need to move up all the way to Step 4.
Somewhere in this time period, because of my brother's likewise challenging mane, he'd begun running his comb under the bathroom sink faucet & nearly wholly re-wetting it, as if he'd just freshly showered. It got to be time consuming, frustrating, & probably a waste on our parents' water bill.
As I'd begun using one of my already-been-used, now-emptied, old hairspray bottles as a water bottle of my own on occasion for some time, & after many dinner table discussions of my fiascos in all things hairspray, both Mom & my brother considered that since I had another spare emptied bottle around, it could be a welcome remedy for his "morning hair".
After emphasizing to me that the bottle had better be completely empty of all its hairspray đ, to which I glared & assured him that there weren't any drops left to spare, he gladly accepted the bottle & began keeping it filled to spray all over his locks each morning. As our high school years wore on, he & Mom both took notice that it was whenever his haircut (which has basically always been the exact. same. thing) got longer that the spraying & taming got to be difficult, timely, & too complicated for its own good.
For the most part we rode the same bus to school as we typically attended the same school, being so close in age. I, the "early bird", & he, "the late owl", didn't "compete" too much to get ready in the house in the a.m. There were many-a-time when I, quite literally, held the school bus for him. Not only was I (& still am) an early bird, I'm also a very punctual person who believes in being a the school bus stop with minutes to spare, not putting the bus driver "out".
I know Mom had him thanking both the bus driver & myself - as soon as he sprinted up the bus steps, as the bus driver got used to my "he's coming" greeting as I walked up the same steps minutes before him. After all, it was my brother's poor planning & general adolescent behavior that had him not planning accordingly & relying on his sister to avoid putting Mom out & needing to be driven separately (which did happen a time or two - where I'm sure - well, I certainly hope đ - that she "let him have it" during that ten minute ride).
Years down the road we began showering in the morning & I moved on too - exploring other possible products. This is another one I found I could rely on. It wasn't as "heavy" & had a lighter, fruitier, scent, which proved inviting đ. It being a spray gel helped. I also had a bottle of this on hand, for all of my non-spraying needs. ...because a gal needs her "products" đ.
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