that I'm a pretty crunchy-granola mother. I scored Quartz on this hilarious quiz. Both my children were "caught" by midwives at home, we use cloth diapers, and I nursed my children until they were ready to quit (it about broke my heart when my son told me he was done). I buy almost all organic produce (unless it's on the low pesticide list (we eat a lot of melons and oranges because they're less expensive)) and dairy and often even meat. We garden and try to clean with cloth instead of paper as often as possible (we do have paper towels on hand, however). I have Safe Mama's Cheat Sheets bookmarked for when I need to purchase more shampoo or sunscreen or some other product.
But for the record, I love TV. Would never give it up.
This is the path I've embraced. I've researched and read and listened to qualified people whose ideas I trust. I follow this path because it is what I believe is healthier for my family and often the more economic choice. But I'm not trying to convince you that you should make the same choices I do. I think there are an infinite number of "right" ways to live, and I only have the
(OK, that had to be in bold. I don't want to be seen as judgemental (that e is there on purpose; it's how it should be spelled!) or narrow-minded.)
It's funny because where I live now, I'm rather unusual in my level of crunchiness. On the other hand, when we lived in Asheville, I was average. In Asheville, you're odd if you don't wear your baby, and I was certainly unusual in my crunchy group for not embracing the family bed (I need my space!). Most everyone I knew did some vegetable gardening and owning your own chickens was far from unusual. And there were more chiropractors than you could shake a stick at (I still miss mine).
It's a slippery slope, this crunchy lifestyle. You start out with organic produce and then read that it's even more important that you eat organic animal products. Then, you start thinking about the chemicals in your cleaners and reading about how much healthier and happier and what a better person you will be if you start making everything you eat, touch, or wear yourself!!!!!!
Especially of late, I've come across more natural body cleansing methods that usual in my online readings. And some of these strike even me as pretty wild. But, the more I think about them, the more I think of trying the methods out. Fewer chemicals, right? Less money spent, right? And these articles are written by (or referred to me by) people who aren't crazy. Some are written by bloggers I've followed for some time, and they're honest, straightforward folk who are definitely not pushing an all-natural agenda or a particular product. Yet, I still haven't taken the plunge.
So, I'm curious, readers, has anyone tried the following methods? Anyone willing to say I am crossing the line into Extremeville by even considering these routines? I'm attaching blog posts if you'd like to read more. Oh, and these are not for my kids; they're for me.
Facial Cleansing with Oils
I have terrible skin, even here in my late 30s. I've tried every product and technique under the sun. I assure you I have tried them all. I just have senstive, acne-prone skin, and I guess I always will. This author goes into a lot of detail about this process over several posts, and I have a great deal of faith in her objectivity.
Oil-Pulling for Teeth
When I first read about this, I was sure it was a practice of Crazytown. Come on! This is insane! No brushing? But Design Mom does not strike one as a crazy person, and she even admitted her own doubts. I hate brushing, and I hate flossing. The idea is taking root.
Shampooing with Baking Soda
OK, this one is my biggest stretch. I'm not familiar with this author, and she doesn't go into nearly the detail I would like to hear. Does she keep baking soda in her shower? Doesn't it clump in the dampness? I know washing your hair less frequently makes it less oily. This I practice (don't worry, I still shampoo a few times a week), but I am still more inclined to ditch my Pantene for a healthier shampoo. At least as a first step.
Go ahead, you can tell me I'm crazy.