So, here’s another thing that has happened to me since moving to the desert almost two years ago: I have a strong desire to live chemical-free — even beyond eating organic fruits and vegetables.
I used to get a pedicure every four-six weeks (from the time I was 27). It’s been almost a year since my last pedicure.
I used to use Windex to clean our stove. Now I use water.
I used to wash my dishes with Dawn. Now I use Seventh Generation.
I used to buy whatever brand of sunscreen that seemed to go on easily. Now I consult this website.
I used to wear mascara and lipstick every day. Now I do only on special occasions.
I used to wear whatever deodorant smelled good. Now I use this.
I think I might be a little insecure about my new trend, because I found myself joking about it to my best friend S., who I saw in L.A. two weekends ago. She looked happy and refreshed, having driven cross-country from D.C., camping all along the way. She wore her curly hair natural (she always used to blow it dry) and it looked beautiful.
“I bought a hippy stick,” I said.
“How sad that toxic-free is considered hippy,” she said.
I don’t even know if it is, but if living chemical-free is branded “hippy” — to deride it — I perpetuated the brand. Which is ridiculous.
From now on, I intend to embrace my choices. It may not make any difference in the world, but it feels good and right. Natural.