Cold Turkey Shampoo

No, Not a new ‘flavour’ of shampoo, but the first new attempt to use fewer nasty chemicals on my body.

Let’s face it – our skin is our largest organ AND it absorbs anything we put on it. Despite the long-held belief – which I occasionally still hear someone spout that ‘our skin is waterproof, sealing our flesh in and protecting it from everything’ – IT ISN’T.

Just think ‘nicotine patches’ – if our skin were truly impermeable these wouldn’t work – would they? They don’t contain a magic key to open the skin door.

I was reading around this when I read “shampoo and conditioners are applied to the whole body if used in either the shower or the bath” Oh! Come to think about it – so they are – and especially if you have washed your body while waiting for the shampoo or the conditioner to work and therefore rinsing those off is the the last bit you do – leaving them clinging to your skin.

So, what’s wrong with that? Nothing, if you like the idea of parabens and petrochemicals left on your skin.

Parabens are there more for the producer than for you – they are a type of preservative. They also happen to be a exonoestrogen and as such are able to mimic oestrogen in the body, and it is this factor that has shown a link to breast cancer.

Petrochemicals –  well, I don’t know about you, but I just really don’t like the idea of putting a petrochemical derivative all over my body (not now I think about it) This may not be rational – there are some studies out there that say the 1.4 dioxine is cancer linked – and others that say the exposure is minimal – you get more driving your car. What sort of concerns me is that if all these minimals in our lives are put together they they turn out to be maximal – to have those undesired effects within our body.

Now, I figure, if I can cut down on those that I CAN avoid – the ones I can’t may just remain at minimal levels.

There are also lots of other nasties in shampoo and conditioner – some to make the foam, some to coat the hair after the foaming chemicals have raised all the scales and made it tangly.

And apparently we do not need either of them – our hair and scalp was made to be self-cleaning … only it takes a while – anything from four weeks to 3 months to achieve its new equilibrium.

However, this doesn’t mean you do not clean your hair – you can go completely cold-turkey on any cleaning product and just wash with warm water – this may take the longest to transition, depending on hair type, or you can go the simple solution way – using Bicarbonate of soda and / or borax then vinegar or ascorbic acid (vitamin c) as the neutraliser/conditioner.

I looked to my friend Krissi – a long-time advocate of No Shampoo – for advice and she favoured the bicarb solution and just rinse. However this can lighten hair and as my hair is darker [and the grey coloured with a temporary colour two shades lighter than my hair – so the coloured grey looks like highlights 😉 ] I didn’t want to just do that. (If I had blonde/ going grey hair I’d definitely do that!) [Incidentally, Krissi used to make all organic, no nasties cosmetics – and this part of her life I borrowed for the character Marian Wood in A Respectable Life – with her knowledge 🙂 ]

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Ready for fourth wash today

Now, my new friend, Borax, (more about this when I get the courage up to tell you*) in a combination with Bicarb is also recommended by various No Shampoo (also called, unpleasantly, No Poo) websites, and as I am very happy to rinse my body in borax* (you will understand when I do get to tell you, honest) I went for this.

Having made up the mixture of 1 tablespoon of borax and 1 tablespoon of Bicarb in a litre of water I doused all my hair in it. Massaged it in*, then rinsed with 1 teaspoon of ascorbic acid (you can use apple-cider vinegar) in another litre of warm water. Again I massaged it in a bit then thoroughly rinsed it out.

My hair is very fine, and there is not as much of it as I would like! Usually, for the first day after I wash it it is all fly-away and won’t stay up in a clip, but irritates and tickles my face if down … but by day three it gets greasy and hangs limply and separates into ‘strands’! I also have to give it a good condition too, other wise I can’t get a comb through it for the tangles. Generally I am only happy with my hair on day two.

What happened with the borax bicarb solution?

The first time I think I left the borax and bicarb on too long* (ten minutes) as I was concerned that my hair wouldn’t get clean! And my hair came out like straw! Not the desired effect. However, it didn’t take long for it to ‘calm down’.

The second time, five days later, my hair was much better as I’d reduced the time the borax/bicarb was on my hair to about 2mins – and though my hair started out feeling heavier (less fly-away) than it would after a shampoo wash, it did not change and get any greasier for days. And, I realised it wasn’t tangly after washing – which, if I ever used just a shampoo, my hair definitely would be!

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After washing this morning 🙂 And it doesn’t tickle!

The third time (six days along) my hair was even more manageable again and I’ve left it a whole week before I felt like it needed washing. Today I’m going to wash it again … and though it has not quite been three weeks I think it is beginning to find its equilibrium.

I’ll continue to fill you in on this experiment as it goes along …

Anyone already transitioned to No Shampoo?

Any good advice / thoughts about ditching the commercial products?

You know I love to hear from you, do share 🙂 – Ann

 

ps. weight report: another 1lb off this week – only 4 to go lose that December stodge

 

 

 

 

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The next book is getting restless …

The next book is getting restless – I need to start writing it!

I know, I know… the book I have finished isn’t out yet … and I’m talking about writing the next one.  You see, it isn’t as simple as finishing one altogether; writing, editing, checking and getting it ready for publishing before I start thinking about the next one.

The next one has been brewing for a long, long time, but recently it is as if the stars have become aligned and the book is asking to be written.

When I am not doing anything else (that requires my verbal brain) the words start coming in – I watch the pictures – like watching a movie, and describe it to  myself. Tuesday, as I drove over to Milton Abbot to the climbing centre, a whole scene was revealed… and this keeps happening – too many times – I have to start writing some of it down in case I forget it.

In the meantime I have two projects I must finish before I complete A Respectable Life. One is preparing another person’s book for publishing – and as such is my job so has priority – and the other is preparing the first volume of my father’s autobiography for printing in time for his 90th birthday this summer. So those of you who are waiting for A Respectable Life – I apologise for the delay – but it should be out this summer some time … and I’ll carry on catching the new one as it arrives 🙂

Writing a book is just the beginning … here’s Fascinating Aida’s take on writing a best seller.

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What’s the oldest item of clothing you still have?

I realise that the older you are – the better chance you have of having an old item of clothing.. so this isn’t a competition.

It was sparked by (yet) another clear out – that wasn’t much of one. I tried to sort out some clothes to chuck (to recycling or Salvation army – depending on quality) and I did take some along to the sally-army clothing bank … even dropped an item into a local charity shop ( yep, that good, but totally too big for me now and somehow got missed on the BIG-size clear out last year) but it really wasn’t that much.

If I look at something and think ‘I’m sure I’ll wear that again – even if only for bathing the dog in’ back on the hanger it goes. Then there are the memory pieces. I just can’t seem to chuck these as each time they evoke so many memories that I keep them like a pressed flower, or a memento of a loved one. IMG old clothes

There’s the stripy sailor-style T-shirt (VERY stripey – and horizontal stripes too!) That I was given in America when I was there doing a Summer Camp. Teaching in one, that is, not ‘going to camp’ there. I have remarked in passing before that it was at this camp that I GAINED over two stone ( yep, over 28lbs). Now it is quite wide 🙂 and the stripes don’t help, and you would think that I wouldn’t want to be reminded of that time… but I do. It was a huge adventure back in the early 1970s for a just 20 year-old. (somehow it just wouldn’t seem such an adventure now I think?)

From the same sort of era is my other ‘oldest’ item of clothing. It is a heavy-weight cheesecloth wrap-around maxi-skirt given to me by a friend. I’d borrowed it one day… and when I went to give it back she told me that if I liked it I could keep it. Liked it? I loved it.. loved the weight and sway of it. Why I really do not know now … it’s heavy but quite ordinary.  I tried it on when I ‘found’ it pressed into the furthest corner of the wardrobe.  It drags on the ground! At first I thought I must have shrunk more than I thought …. then I remembered that even our sandals had platforms on them at that time!!

The really oldest item I have is probably Victorian. It is a little velvet jacket with a fine fabric lining that I want to call ‘lawn’ though I have no idea if it is. It has tiny buttons at the wrist, and would never do up round me when I wore it. This I wore when at college of FE (sixth-form college) along with a home-designed and made velveteen skirt, suede fringed boots and seersucker shirts. The latter have all gone .. but this poor little thing, the stitches strained where sleeves meet back (never had a narrow back, me) still remains to remind me of that heady time when I first tried out my sartorial wings.

Some of these memories do not surface unless I see these items.. so I keep them. Yes they are clothes… but really they are more … from them spill memories, evocations of an era absorbed, things heard, seen, known about, if not experienced… and from this well I can draw for my Novels … much as I am doing with the new one I’m writing, set now but with echoes and reverberations from the seventies.

So – do you hoard some of your old clothes?

What are your reasons?

Do share – you know I love to hear from you!

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