There was a time when I wouldn’t leave the house without my black eyeliner and mascara. My hair was highlighted, blow-dried and sprayed, and I was as tan as an English/German/Irish/Swiss gal can be (which is not much) thanks to tanning beds or lotion. My nails were done, red or pink on my toes and a light color or french manicure on my fingers. I did everything myself, with the exception of the highlights.
Fast forward through my environmental enlightenment and I look different. Less fake; more natural. The black eyeliner has toned down to gray, and since replacing my eye makeup with Honeybee Gardens’ natural makeup, my allergies have gotten much better and my eyes are not nearly as itchy or irritated as they used to be. And after building our house, running around town in my dirty, paint-covered clothes, without makeup and looking like a big mess, I have no problem running to the store without makeup.
I quit tanning a long time ago. I always knew it was no good for my skin, especially since I’m so fair, but I did it anyway because I liked the results. In my opinion, the lotions are no better, since rubbing chemicals on my skin was not something I wanted to do. And who knows what kind of problems they could be linked to in the future.
I no longer paint my fingernails. Teaching botany and working in the garden pretty much made that a waste of time. I hated the smell of nail polish and remover, so to skip that is great. I do still paint my toenails in sandal weather, but I only use Honeybee Gardens’ no-odor polish. It’s so wonderful to paint my nails without the smell.
I made all of those changes, and yet I continued to highlight my hair. I grew up with blond hair, and as I got older it started to turn a darker dirty blond. I started getting highlights in high school and really liked the results. It looked so “natural.” I hated the smell of the dye, and sometimes the fumes made my eyes sting as I sat there under the dryer waiting for my hair to lighten. But I loved the blond. Looking into the environmental impact, I discovered that highlights were better than other dye, since the dye was contained in foil and wasn’t applied directly to my scalp. So it was better for me, but not necessarily better for the environment. So I kept making excuses and I kept getting my hair highlighted.
Me (in second grade) with my brother Jonathan and our pet deer Bambi
Until… I stopped getting it dyed. It’s now been over a year since I last had it done. (Embarrasingly, it had been a year since I got it cut, too. Last month, I had Ed trim it for me.) I stopped going to the hairdresser, and in the spring, summer and fall, you could hardly tell. Since my hair gets lighter in the sun anyway, nobody knew I hadn’t gotten it dyed recently. Now that it’s winter and I’m spending much more time indoors, I can see those inches of my natural color. But really, it’s not that bad. In fact, it’s fine. My hair is dark blonde, not light blonde. And nobody has noticed, until I point it out. Of course I tell people I’m growing out the dye, going back to my natural color. Everybody that knows me is not surprised, although some were surprised that I dyed it in the first place. Ed’s opinon is the only one that really matters to me, and he thinks my hair is beautiful.
I’m content to just let it grow out, but at this length, it could take years.
Do you have changes that you struggled to make? How does it feel to finally make them?