The hairspray’s just better here….

By the end of the first day, we’d tracked down a mini-mart and stocked up on feminine essentials: shampoo, conditioner, etc. The next morning’s shower was glow-or-ious after traveling for the previous couple days. Jamie realized it first: the girl products just smell better here. Is it possible?

Sure enough, regular ol’ Pantene has a certain je ne sais quoi that’s just a bit more floral, a bit more fabulous! Lathering up is like walking into a rosebush (oh, but without the stickers!). Even better, it’s not uncommon to find a bottle of complementary hairspray in the girl's room, amongst other accoutrements. (Southerners make it so easy to be pretty!) Jamie and I enjoyed a giggle over the homemade sign she found in a women’s bathroom here: “Please use our hairspray, but do not steal it!”

With the warm weather, it’s been a godsend since I’ve taken to adopting the natural state of my hair in warmer climes: wavy and unruly. In fact, I’ve taken it one step further, wearing a loose French-braid in the morning and letting it out around lunch for downright curly, crazy hair all afternoon and evening. So there we are working from Stanley’s in the Quarter. I head to the girl’s room to freshen up, instinctively reach for the silver can and spray a mist of flower petals and goodness over my curly-crazy head to turn up the crazy hair factor just a little higher. God bless the south and their hairspray! I sing. Then stop. Wait. This is not setting up like hairspray…because…oh! OH! Mountain Fresh Air Freshener!

Nooooooooooooo! Valuable lesson learned…though, on the upside, as Jamie and I laughed harder, I smelled FAB-U-LOUS all day—a little potpourri of rose petals and mountains and freshly washed cotton sheets!