I’m not sure I could be bothered will all of this all of the time but it’s good to know as I too love the crisp perfection of hotel beds. It’s also well worth reading the comments after this article for yet more hints from readers.
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I did something rad this morning – I washed my hair without shampoo. That’s right, I was ‘poo-less’. I read that a solution of bicarbonate of soda (1 tablespoon in 1 cup of water) would work well and be kinder to the hair and even though it sounds dodgy, I reasoned that we do know that sodium bicarbonate has a reputation for dissolving grease and grime and neutralising odours. So, purely in the interests of science, I gave it a go.
I wet my hair then gently rubbed the solution into my scalp (because that’s the bit that gets the most dirty – well, obviously)! There is, of course no lather so I was a bit skeptical. (Here’s an interesting, but relevant aside: Did you know that manufacturers actually put a bubble-making agent into washing-up liquid? It’s pretty much unnecessary but market research has shown that we consumers didn’t trust the liquid to work without those bubbles. Humans …such simple creatures).
Anyhoo, I left the bicarb solution in my hair for a few minutes whilst I got on with washing my bod and then I rinsed my hair. I was genuinely surprised at how much styling gunk came out – impressive. I finished by conditioning the ends with a solution of 1 tablespoon of cider vinegar to 1 cup of water. Leave for a minute, then rinse.
All very New Age. All very Hippy Dippy Mother Earth and importantly, good for the body and good for the environment. No sodium lauryl sulphate [SLS] – which makes those highly desired bubbles. (Whether or not you believe the links between SLS and cancer, this substance does seem to commonly cause scalp irritation so may actually be causing or contributing to your dandruff, if you have it).
So what’s the verdict on today’s experiment?
Surprisingly, my hair doesn’t look half bad. It appears pretty clean and is less fly-away than usual. I’m not converted yet however because the poo gives a nice smell and there is, of course, no perfume in this simple bicarb mix. BUT, maybe I can remedy that with a herbal rinse – rosemary water is good for red/brunette hair.
As my hair is less fly-away, this suggests that some oil still remains. In all fairness that makes for a healthier scalp, but will it mean that my hair needs washing more often than the every 2-3 days it gets now? If that’s the case, I’d be using the curling tongs more often – bad news for luscious locks and more time-consuming in the styling department. (Make no mistake, styling my hair is a given if I want to avoid looking like I’ve just been connected up to the electrical supply).
So there we are – an interesting experiment. We’ll see how it pans out over the next few days.
Anyone had any experience with this poo-less life? How did you get on?
This article also appears at my other WordPress site.
For the first time in months, this weekend my husband and I have nothing that we have to be doing. This morning we did our usual weekend recce over breakfast, discussing what must be done over the next two days and both felt as if we’re somehow forgetting something vital. We’re not. Our time is our own. In my head the tumbleweed is rolling across the open prairies and you know what? It’s a nice feeling.
I have this theory that constantly being idle is actually bad for the spirit. On the other hand I can confirm that constantly having something to do is equally bad. I’m glad that we can get back to the happy medium. Today will be the normality of a trip to the pet supply shop for cat bics and blob, followed by, who knows? Maybe a trip to the beach for a ‘Mr Whippy’ from the ice cream van. Ah…normality. I like normality.
I had the most wonderful day yesterday. The sun had returned, our kittens were let loose on the world (well, the garden anyway), doors and windows to the house were consequently flung wide open, allowing a gentle Summer breeze to drift through our house for the first time in weeks, and my brother was visiting the island for the first time in 6 years. It was as if the planets had re-aligned and all good things were heading my way.
We went out to dinner as a big family group last night and sat by the restaurant window, allowing us to watch the sun sinking into the sea way beyond the lighthouse. On the way home there was a big fireworks display going on above the town and as we drove along the bay I got a free view of it all.
I think I must have done something good in a former life, to now live the life that I do and in such a beautiful place.
I have to tell you, we don’t have any motorways here, just one section of dual carriageway on the outskirts of town on which the speed limit is 40 m.p.h. As we headed towards town, nearing 10 o’clock at night, we spotted a man on a bicycle – no lights – riding the wrong way on the other side of the dual carriageway (with cars heading towards him). I suspect his day may not have worked out as well as mine in the end.
The Lighthouse – not last night when the sea was almost calm, but on a crisp day in May.
Continuing my occasional series in the spirit of ‘full-disclosure’ here (well, as full as it’s going to get), here is an edited- for- privacy version of what is being recorded in my diary here at home:
S asked me recently for the recipe I used to do for Tomato and Lentil Dahl with Toasted Almonds. I found one – but it was definitely not the one so loved of this family. This morning I looked again through my collection of recipe books and found the Real McCoy – hence the link to my recipe pages. I haven’t done this for ages and as it made my mouth water just typing it up, I think maybe I should do it again.
I keep meaning to get back to ‘real cooking’ but in the last few weeks I’ve struggled with the emotions of living in a seriously stirred house and it’s making me feel inordinately tired, not to mention fed up. The book that this recipe came from is a heavy tome, under-used by me, and so well worth dipping into again. When our visitors this week have been and gone, the carpeting guys have been and gone for the umpteenth and final time, and the house has some semblance of order again, I think I’ll try a few more of these vegetarian recipes.
No. This is not funny. We worked for most of the day again on clearing the dining room – carefully sorting, wrapping and packing away precious pieces. I’m knackered and more than a little overwhelmed. We virtually have no space to move things to now and it’s pretty depressing.
We can’t go on like this so I’ve come up with a strategy:
- I’m hiring the largest skip (dumpster) available and we’re having a massive garage clearout.
- I will phone the carpet guys and delay the fitting of the final room (my study) by another two weeks – giving us a month to prepare between the last two rooms.
- I will try to research lockable storage cabinets for the (newly tidied) garage….cabinets in which to store some of the precious bits from my parents’ house that have so broken the back of our usual Feng Shui calm and simplicity.
I want calm restored to this house.
I want to be free of tradesmen.
I want to, once again, freely access all areas of my home (which means spending time ‘acclimatising’ the kittens to the big wide world outside).
I want to, once again, have a thoroughly clean home (which means dealing with all of the above).
I want to go on holiday and lie quietly in the sun (frustratingly, we have to wait some weeks yet for that).
By the way, just to illustrate the tone of today, having only just finished packing away stuff in the dining room and feeling pooped and emotionally strung out, we came through to find that one of the cats had puked on our bed …. on our brand new Yves Delorme sheets.
Yesterday I worked my way, only semi-methodically, through tidying. I was tidying the usual house clutter, but also tidying paperwork and finding homes for the stuff that has been left, washed up like flotsam and jetsam by recent house renovations, all the while being mindful of two very young cats that are extremely bored and therefore into and onto everything. In all honesty it’s overwhelming and it’s too easy when a task seems so monumental to drift hither and thither actually achieving very little at all.
Today I’m trying a different tactic. I’m following perceived wisdom and tackling one area, sticking with it and not being distracted (even by cats). I’ve chosen my target and I’m going in now. Wish me luck. I may be gone some time.
Pelican at dusk, Naples, Florida
OK, I think we’ve established already that I suffer from an acute case of internetus paranoiacus and so don’t readily offer up too much information about myself here, meaning that I rarely describe my personal life. However, for the sake of full disclosure, here is the first in a short series on ‘A day in the life…’. Sit back and prepare to be riveted.
Tuesday, 7th July
I cleaned the utility room today – which is truly wonderful for me, given the pigging mess that it was in, but hardly interesting for anyone else. Here’s a question for you though:
How does cat food end up sprayed up the walls?
I’ll leave you to ponder on that.
I also tidied up the garage a bit. The kittens think that spending their days in a cardboard favella is phenomenal. Me less so. So much stuff has been ordered and bought by family members lately that we have sturdy cardboard packages coming out of our ears and whilst I can’t flatten it, because it’s clearly the strongest cardboard known to mankind, I reasoned that stacking it one inside the other would at least free up a six-inch path to the up-n-over door. (Always handy).
Apropos of the newly stacked cardboard boxes in the garage, another one arrived at lunch time – one containing the little white bedside table I’d ordered from Laura Ashley. Yay! Of course I have to put it all together (self-assembly you see), but it’s here. Then I can dump the box. In the garage.
That Dear Friends is about the long and the short of it for yesterday. Oh, except that kitten William has started peeing in odd places, like our *!!new!! *!!expensive!!* Stressless leather recliner in the living room (on Monday night) and in one of the cat beds today. It’s all been cleaned. In readiness for the next time.
Then there was the totally yummy Sausage and Lentil Concoction that I came up with for dinner last night. Maybe I’ll post the recipe here some time, except I should probably come up with a better name for it, don’t you think? ‘Concoction’ sounds like something I rustled up in a chemistry lab.
And there it is. Tuesday.