One month cleanser free.
First let’s review. If you didn’t read that post HERE it is. I went face cleanser free around the first of February and it’s now March. Soooo that’s a month-ish. 5 weeks I think. If you want to learn about the oil cleansing method read HERE. If you’re too busy to read either of those I’ll review:
In my desire to use fewer chemicals and strive for natural (not hippie-gross-stinky-don’t have soap natural just natural natural) beauty I stopped using ALL chemicals for house cleaning, for my hair and for my face. Well the hair experiment failed and we ended up switching to an organic plant based shampoo which I think we (that Man and I that is) are both happy with. Though to be fair I haven’t asked the Man what he thinks so I might be making all that up. But my hair is clearly the higher maintenance of the two and the Avalon Organics is working fine. You know, on the days I have time to do my hair and even notice. I started the OCM (oil cleansing method) in hopes that I would, as many users have reported, experience less breakouts and less oily skin. I’m pretty sure i have some of the oiliest skin you will ever come across and during PMS you could scrape the oil off my face and use it to lubricate your car’s engine. Swear. To. God. It’s that oily.
So I started this with cautious optimism. And terror. It’s all in the name of being a human science experiment people. You’re welcome.
Here’s what I use:
Well actually that’s one additional product and one missing product (almond oil pictured, tea tree not).
Here’s the recipe I went with for my Super Duper Epically Oily Skin:
1 ounce castor oil
2 ounces sunflower oil (the least pore clogging-est of oils almond of EVOO would also be good)
some drops of peppermint oil (5 ish)
some drops of tea tree oil (15 ish)
Confession: I don’t like tea tree oil. I know some people LUUURVE tea tree oil as a cure-it-all oil for everskinissueimaginable but I. Don’t. Like. It. I think it smells like eucalyptus feet. And my gramma had a eucalyptus tree When I Was A Kid. And I don’t like remembering just about anything from When I Was A Kid because sometimes things weren’t so great When I Was A Kid so this crap ain’t conjuring up any happy memories. I digress. I used it because it does have antiseptic properties and I hoped it might help with the Epic Cystic Menstrual Acne I have. Despite the eucalyptus feet scent. SO I put it in there and I prayed.
Dear Stinky Eucalyptus Feet Oil,
I put my utmost faith in your powers of healing. Please help my skin to not look 15. I mean let it look 15, but 15 like ‘smooth and soft and youthfully blissful’, not 15 like ‘I need a trip to the dermatologist for acne meds stat’ 15. Thank you for your consideration.
Here’s what happened:
I rubbed the concoction all over my face. I tried to take my time and luxuriate in it’s silky softness but you know the beh-beh was crying and it was time for bed and I was worried I might fall asleep at the sink SOOOO I just rubbed it all over with reckless abandon and called it good. And then I soaked a washrag in HOT water and put in on my face. I let it sit as long as I could. You know I was supposed to let it sit until it was cool. Uh huh. Sure. No. So I left it until I could no longer tolerate the screams of the abandoned children (they weren’t screaming really. Much.) and then I did it again. And again. I made SURE to get all of the oil off my hairline and all that business.
And I went to bed.
And I did it again the second day. and the third day. And on the fourth day God created, oh wait, wrong thing. On the fourth day I threw my other products away. Moisturizer. Cleanser. Even the dove soap. Gone.
I’m SOLD. Stick a fork in her folks, she’s done.
In a month I’ve had ONE pimple worth mentioning. My skin is NOT OILY during the day. I mean it’s oily but it’s oily like a normal person not like someone dunked my face in a vat of motor oil.
And because I love you and I’m dedicated to the betterment of all man(and woman)kind I will now show you my face.
You may note: I am a not too distant relative of Spock. SO it may seem (Please read that in Spock voice). Interesting fact about me #73: My mother has a chunk out of her right ear. Weird. This is just one of many weird things about me. I’m positively abnormal. Also I’m not wearing makeup. Just in the spirit of disclosure.
Further note: I did not wear my hair up for like 35 years because I hate my ears. Especially the one I’m showing you. Then my husband, before he was my husband, told me he loved my ears and thought they were downright adorable. I mean he’s the guy that would buy the three legged dog or the crooked Christmas tree but hey, he thinks they’re CUTE. My ears. The object of no less than 13 years of relentless teasing through school. Hm. Power people. Words have power. Say something nice to someone. They listen. Soapbox session ceasing. Thanks for playing along.
Now that I’ve shown you my face let me tell you this… My skin looks better. Better than usual and better than it did before I started. I do NOT wash my face in the morning. This was a HARD thing to transition to. In fact, for about a week I was washing in the morning with Bronners and not doing OCM every night (I got lazy. Because I was tired. Can I get an amen?). And oh NOOOO. Bad things happened. I got a HORRIBLE dry spot on my right side that was even PEELING. And I got a pimple. That’s right the ONE pimple I got during the last 5 weeks was when I WASN’T using OIL.
I know, totally weird right.
In the spirit of my ever promised disclosure, I’m going to tell you I was less than skeptical about this, but I’m sold. I can’t promise what it might do for your wrinkles (if you even have any) and it’s certainly not any miracle clock turning back formula. But I will tell you this, when my granny died she was two months shy of 90 years old. She never used wrinkle cream and she worked picking cotton in the sun for the greater part of her life and she had some wrinkles. And I don’t mean like 20. I mean her face was a map of wrinkles she wore with pride. I’m gonna get old. I’m not trying to stop the clock, I’m just trying to let in move forward in a healthy and happy way. This is more than worth a shot.
Green Product review time again. And again, I’m not getting paid. Just to clarify. They don’t know me. And they don’t care about me. Thankfully the Man cares about me. Phew.
Oh. My. Dear.
I can’t tell you how excited this product makes me.
Why you ask? Well. Well. Well. Let me tell you.
Because I already love castile soap. You may remember me yammering on about Dr. Bronner’s which is coincidentally also a castile soap. I have been using this for just about any and everything for a long time (and this is what I mean by everything: I wash the baby, myself, my face, the floor, my windows, the shower. Get what I’m saying?). What is castile soap you ask? Allow me to direct you to this fine wiki article. That will tell you all you ever didn’t need to know about castille. Fascinating.
So I was shopping the natural cosmetic section at Target and I stumbled upon this item:
Kiss my Face castile soap. They call it Peace Soap. I don’t know why. Probably because castile soap was associated with hippies. For more on this read here. This has little to do with castile and more to do with how to be a hippie (I like #4, but #8 explains why you should use castile). I think they are trying to appeal the the trendy hippie crowd. Whatever, I don’t judge a company for tryin. If it’ll get people to care then go for it. Castile is good. It’s good you and for the environment. Win. Win.
Impressions: It’s not any *different* than Dr. Bronner’s really. It’s still castile. It still cleans everything imaginable. It’s about $10 for a 17 ounce bottle. This may seem like a lot but this lasts for a LONG time. Like a long long time. Also 10% of proceed go to Seeds of Hope (oh it just occurred to me, maybe THIS is why they call it peace soap. Hm. Whatever. As you were.). In any case, you can’t hate that.
But there is one little difference… if heaven exists, it smells JUST LIKE THIS SOAP. It comes in like 4 different scents but I’ll be a monkey’s uncle if I ever buy another one. This one is minty and grassy and just, well, lovely. And all I’ll ever need. Like the Man. Only he doesn’t smell grassy. Or minty. Mostly garlic-y and like coffee. Sniff. Yum. Ahhhh.
I mix this like so (in a spray bottle):
2 cups of water
1 tsp of delicious soap (don’t eat it)
2 tsp of vinegar
And I spray everything I can think of to spray with it. Counter. Stove. Microwave. Table. Bathrooms. I clean stuff that isn’t even dirty.
Don’t come over I might spray you with it.
I’m not even kidding.
Buy this now. I mean you don’t HAVE to buy it *now* but I’m just sayin, you won’t be sorry. Take my word for it. I wouldn’t lie to you.
I know when to admit it.
I admit it.
I am defeated.
It’s the baking soda. And the vinegar. But mostly the baking soda.
The poo-free experiment is over. Thank you for playing. It was a long three weeks.
Some time last week the Man asked me if I was ready to throw in the proverbial towel. The dialogue went something like this:
Man: So are you ready to use shampoo again?
Man: It’s ok to say something didn’t work. It gives you credibility.
Me: I’m not giving up yet. I’m tweaking the recipe.
Man: Well I think it’s pretty clear why people use shampoo. It’s kind of easier…
Me: I’m tweaking the recipe. It’s going to work.
Yeah. No. It’s not.
I should say the poo-free experiment worked out ok for him. His hair is soft and really feels fantastic to me. My hair though? Not so much. The main issue is that because of the length of my hair (long-ish) and the fact that’s it’s already on the dry side (except the scalp which is oily) I can’t seem to get it to stabilize. Either I put something like coconut oil on it and it’s a greasy slick or I don’t and it’s dry as hay. Neither of which is very attractive.
This is not to say that I couldn’t continue to tweak and fiddle and make it work. This is just to say, I’m not going to.
It was yesterday that I committed myself to de-committing myself.
It was 10:30 am. I had just showered. My hair looked bad. My scalp itched. I couldn’t get a brush through my formerly lovely locks. We exchanged looks. It was understood. I mentioned to the Man that I had seen what I thought was a nice organic alternative (not containing sodium laureth sulfate, the key chemical offender in most shampoos/detergents) at Whole Foods. For $10 per 13 oz bottle (both shampoo and conditioner, which I clearly need). This is about three times what I was paying for Pantene and it’s in a plastic bottle. So fail on those counts. Baking soda and vinegar, $.50 per week probably. But again, cost was not my primary motivator and lo and behold Walmart carries the SAME brand. Avalon organics. The Walmart price is a smidge less at $6.47 per bottle.
And taking a shower.
My hair looked bad last night and I said to the Man, “How’s my hair look?” (It looked bad. I knew it.)
He said, “Not bad.” I said, “Really, it’s looks bad you can say so.” He said, “Yeah it looks a little like straw.” I said, “I can’t wait to wash my hair.”
I never wanted to wash my hair so badly in my life.
I had dreams about shampoo. (Not really. I only had a dream about having to be a clothing model and not fitting in the clothing and not remembering how to apply lipstick. It’s got nothing to do with this post but I think you can sense I have some issues with clothing at present.)
This morning I did yoga for a bit. I would have done it longer if I didn’t want to wash my hair so bad.
Then I washed my hair.
I wanted to luxuriate in the silky softness of conditioner and the sweet smell of lavender.
But the baby was screaming.
So I just hurried up and washed and conditioned and got out of the shower. Then I laid down with the baby to nurse her (and stop the screaming) and she fell right to sleep.
And I fell right to sleep. With wet hair. For like 20 minutes.
I woke up when I heard the Man coming up the stairs. “Crap I’m getting your pillow all wet. And now my hair is going to to look bad.”
Now it’s soft but looks awful anyway.
Better luck tomorrow I guess.
Not because I’m homeless. Stick around, will explain.
Let me know what you think of the blog redesign. I obviously didn’t need all that header. I found something smaller.
I’m typing up the post at a time when I wouldn’t normally be blogging. It’s dark. I think you get what I’m saying. Today is going to be a wild ride for this mom of 4. I’ll get to that later.
First things first.
Poo-free update. We are now on day 8. My head itches. This is apparently normal. Frown. I’m not enjoying this but I am sticking with it. I think I’ve combatted the dryness by using honey in the ends of my hair and reducing the baking soda (and still rinsing with AVC). Here’s hoping. I’m not a fan of the dry hair feeling so honestly if I can’t combat that, I can’t not use something. Presently I’m using almond oil and the coconut was just too greasy. The Man is having no issues but agrees that people use shampoo because it’s easy. So far this has not been. I’m holding out hope that once we get the kinks worked out it will be. Hoping. Now that I feel like I’m conquering the hair, I’m ready to start the oil cleansing method for face. More on that later.
This is the kind of day I’m going to have. The 3 big kids have to be at 3 different schools at 3 different times. 6:45. 7:45. 8:45. They also have to be picked up at 3 different times. One of them has a jazz band festival in a town about 35 minutes from here which begins at 9:00. Somehow I have to get kid #1 to school at 8:45 and still get to the festival by 9:00. Kid #3 has to be picked up at 12 because he has a minimum day. And kid #2, the jazz band kid? Well I don’t even know when he has to be picked up. Crap. I hope I don’t forget him. Thankfully Ella can’t walk or go to school yet.
I’m going to just move my stuff into the car today.
I need coffee.
And a clone.