When I was a kid, I don’t recall ever using sunscreen (although perhaps that’s just my flawed memory). What I do remember is lying out on the lawn as a young teenager with a bottle of Johnson&Johnson’s baby oil (shudder…) slathering it over my skin in the hope of getting a quick bronze tan. I
Before we had children, I was one of those people who had an idea that organic might be better but I actually preferred not to know any hard facts or scary details relating to the difference between organic and non-organic food because the fact is, organic foods cost significantly more than their mainstream alternatives. And
The other night at dinner, Stella snitched on her Poppy (my father-in-law). My husband laughed and explained that his father had snuck her a licorice lolly, whispering “Don’t tell Daddy!” with a wink. I rolled my eyes at my husband and said to Stella, “Well, aren’t you lucky! What a treat!” and let it go.
Originally, I had planned for this post to be about my very cute glass preserving jar soap dispensers, and about our lovely (organic) foaming hand soap that smells beautiful and is very gentle on our hands. But then I sat down to write and I realised I actually want to share my ideas on soap
I haven’t watched television in three years. One of the last times I remember watching TV, I was heavily pregnant with Stella and sitting on the couch in our living room watching an episode of CSI. It just happened to be a deeply disturbing episode (particularly for an expectant mum with hormonally-heightened sensitivities!) about a father
I now make all our toiletries myself. By toiletries, I mean lotions and potions like face cream, body cream, deodorant, insect repellent, sun screen, and nappy balm (we call it bum balm!). While there are many commercially made eco-friendly, cruelty-free products available these days, I don’t buy them because in general, I find them hideously
I have to begin this post by saying that I have been blessed with very good teeth. Now, at the age of 38 and after two pregnancies, I have only one tiny filling behind my two front teeth. Thanks to my mum and dad’s foresight when I was a teenager, I have a very orthodontically-engineered
Since puberty, I have considered myself slightly unfortunate for having ‘oily’ genes. Photos of me in my early twenties almost always featured reflective patches on my face, as the light bounced off my oily skin. I’m not quite sure how or when it came to be that I needed to wash my hair at least
As I mentioned in my last post, “I didn’t know I was sick until I was healthy”, my interest in making our home plastic-free probably had the greatest impact on my family’s lifestyle. It positively affected our habits and consumer decisions in a way that addressed so many ethical issues we were interested in. We