Hello wonderful people! Thanks for hanging in there with the empty space that has been this blog for the past few months. I’m feeling rather lame for not posting in a while. But I think perhaps the blog and I have needed some winter hibernation, to juice up for the next round of inspiration. Shelly’s excuse for not writing is much, much better than mine though. Random thoughts forthcoming over the next couple of days, and hopefully GfG will have a little more life in it come spring.
For starters: I am sitting here writing with a towel on my head because I’ve just colored my hair – one of those semipermanent, 16 washes, do-it-yourself-from-a-box deals. I do this every 4 months or so. (I’m sure I’m not to confess that, but this IS a blog after all). And THIS TIME the crisis of conscience hit. Not only does this little project involve a paper box, paper instructions, plastic gloves, and 3 plastic bottles, but at the end of it I dump a good-sized puddle of toxic chems down my sink and shower drains. What did the planet do to deserve this? Or the people miles away who probably end up with this stuff in their soil? Personal vanity – not a pretty sight.
I know this opens a whole can of worms about women, cosmetics and the beauty industry. In the spirit of small steps that this blog represents, I’ll be going to back that old college stand by, henna. Anyone else have any small changes they’ve made in the world of hair color or other beauty products?
Also there’s this: Why does the crisis of conscience hit when it does? What is the X factor? This was the nth time I opened that box of hair color, and THIS time the penny dropped. This time I SAW the chemicals, paper, plastic and FELT their origins and destinations. And now I don’t think I can go back. As a frequent observer of my own brain, moments like this fascinate me. Anyone else have a “penny dropping” story to share?
