Tuesday, August 26, 2008

Over already?



That's what Tom and I said to each other this morning as we parted on the DC metro platform, he off to work, and I off for the last leg of my Amtrak journey. For as many hours as we spent on those trains (66), it really doesn't feel like it took very long. I think we were so busy giggling and Twittering and thinking and reading and napping and negotiating toilet-showers and splashing water out of tiny sinks--basically having fun--that we didn't seem to notice the time passing.

But without a sense of humor, we would've been hosed. Put simply, Amtrak sucks. The systems, the equipment, the rails, the food, the personnel - it's all miserably antiquated, terribly designed and tragically underfunded. The days my Grandma Elaine describes, when first class was actually first class and people wore fancy hats in the dining car, are long, LONG gone.
It's a shame too, because Amtrak has so much potential. We should all write our congressmen to lobby for more rail funding and especially some new management.

But I do think I'll take another long train trip with HCB at some point - preferably in another country. There's something about all those miles and all that scenery (and all those hours and all that Tomfoolery) that can't be replicated in other modes of transport. Ultimately, this trip became a wonderful opportunity to bond with an old and dear friend, and I wouldn't have traded it for all the cheese in France. I already miss you, Tommy P!

Here are some more photos, though I'll admit I missed a lot of opportunities, including all of Omaha and all of DC. Oops.

Twitters from the Tracks, Day Six

On my last official train of the trip. Headed to Philly to catch up with the bride and groom. Will finally have a day or two to tell tales. 7:23 AM Aug 26th from txt

Highlights from last night: strolling thru Dupont Circle in shorts, a tank & sandals. Rose @ dinner & ice cream after. Heaven 4 an SF girl. 7:27 AM Aug 26th from txt

Also: asking directions from a clerk in a video store, the guy looks at us & says "OK you know where the Leather Rack is?" Tom says "Yeah." 7:33 AM Aug 26th from txt

Tom, you're so cheeky! To be fair, if the Leather Rack was in your neighborhood, you'd know where it was, too. Pretty impossible to miss. 7:35 AM Aug 26th from txt

Monday, August 25, 2008

Twitters from the Tracks, Day Five

Woke up in/near Connellsville, PA. Leafy verdent action! Funny how utterly different the scenery can be from one state to the next. 6:42 AM Aug 25th from txt

Just "enjoyed" our last meal in the dining car, followed by our last splish-splashy expeditions to the Amtrak bathroom sink. 7:51 AM Aug 25th from txt

I never thought I'd go to West Virginia... 9:48 AM Aug 25th from txt

Closing in on DC and my last leg with Tom. Sniff sniff. 10:03 AM Aug 25th from txt

Sad confession: we've run thru many MANY 8 oz plastic H20 bottles. I brought my Sigg , but neither of us could stomach the train faucet H20. 10:10 AM Aug 25th from txt

Harper's Ferry: where Virginia, West Virginia, Maryland and the middle of nowhere meet. 10:14 AM Aug 25th from txt

Arrived in DC a couple hours ago, went for a run to Lincoln Memorial. I love the architecture and the spirit of this city, but not the humidity. 1:43 PM Aug 25th from txt

P.S. Got our full refund for Omaha-DC leg, minus 10 percent refund fee. (Bastards.) Amtrak: service without a smile. 1:44 PM Aug 25th from txt

Sunday, August 24, 2008

Twitters from the Tracks, Day Four

We had steak last night. Industrial number two corn fed Omaha steak. And yes, it was delicious. 6:49 AM Aug 24th from txt

Our train to Chicago is three and a half hours late. Just as it was yesterday when we arrived. Which means we will miss our connection. 6:51 AM Aug 24th from txt

It's official: we're flying to Chicago. Guess we'll just have to live with the carbon guilt. 6:52 AM Aug 24th from txt

Train was 3.5 hours late, plane is 10 minutes early. Sigh. 11:58 AM Aug 24th from txt

The Chicago Transit Authority: so civilized. 12:50 PM Aug 24th from txt

I don't approve of all the jean shorts I'm seeing, but otherwise, Chicago is pretty fantastic. Walking into Millenium park. 2:05 PM Aug 24th from txt

Waterfront is sparkly and blue. Such a proud, well-kept town. Strolled down Michigan Ave en route to our final Chi-town destination: PIZZA. 2:59 PM Aug 24th from txt

P.S. Julie, Amtrak's automated customer service rep, now estimates our erstwhile train to arrive 45 mins AFTER our next one departs. 3:04 PM Aug 24th from txt

Suggestion: eat Chicago deep dish pizza in the dark. That way you can enjoy without seeing how well (or not well) the sausage is cooked. 4:41 PM Aug 24th from txt

Bienvenudo a train numero dos. We're off to DC. 5:20 PM Aug 24th from txt

Roomettes considerably smaller than our plush bedroom of yore. Comfortable for sitting, but we're nervous about sleeping (and the bathroom). 5:22 PM Aug 24th from txt

Amtrak will issue a full refund for the missed Omaha-Chicago leg. Looks like we'll make a profit! 5:28 PM Aug 24th from txt

To which Tom responds: We could've flown the whole trip and made a profit. 5:29 PM Aug 24th from txt

We're running right along Lake Michigan. It seems as big as an ocean. Water as far as you can see. 5:38 PM Aug 24th from txt

Idea for new addition to the Lounge Car: grammar and elocution lessons. Amtrak patrons are single-handedly murdering the English language. 6:42 PM Aug 24th from txt

Hey Sara! We're in Indiana! We'll try to find a deck of cards so we can play some Euchre in your honor. 6:59 PM Aug 24th from txt

Tom just put the top bunk down, he's tucking in for the night while I work. Feels like I'm in a secret writing fort! 7:20 PM Aug 24th from txt

Plane, Train or Automobile?

We am now sitting in the Omaha airport waiting for our Southwest flight to Chicago. This is not exactly what I had planned; in fact, it's exactly what I DIDN'T have planned. But here's how it happened.

Our train from San Francisco was running 3.5 hours late by the time we arrived in Omaha yesterday. So when we called last night after our steak feast to check on the train we were going to pick up this morning, we expected a slight delay, but hoped it wouldn't be three hours, because it would mean we would miss our connection in Chicago.

Obviously, it was delayed by more than three hours. They told us if we didn't make our connection, we had several options:

a) they would provide us with bus service to Washington DC

b) we could stay overnight and catch the next day's train (at 7:05 pm), and probably incur additional fees to rebook a sleeper

c) we could reroute on another train through New York, also incurring new fees to rebook at sleeper

We decided it was best to catch that damn train in Chicago, so it was either rent a car and drive, which we agreed was more in keeping with the spirit of the trip, or use my free rewards flight to get us there early (and cheaper), giving us time to explore the city.

We have chosen the latter. Though disappointed with this turn of events, we've still loved our train travel experience. You can check out some photos from the SF - Omaha leg here.

Saturday, August 23, 2008

Twitters from the Tracks, Day Three

Sunrise in Nebraska is pink and blue and green. Miles of flat earth, marked by immense grain silos. 5:52 AM Aug 23rd from txt

Lincoln, NE: A christian teen theatre group wearing leg warmers & spangly pants is serenading our train. Filled w sudden murderous rage. 6:39 AM Aug 23rd from txt

Tom suggested we moon them. Probably more practical than a killing spree. 6:41 AM Aug 23rd from txt

I sense that I am going to be judgy of Nebraska. What I see out the window does not impress me. 7:03 AM Aug 23rd from txt

I think I prefer cylindrical bales of hay. More attractive. Tom, ever practical, prefers trad square model. Easier to stack. 8:03 AM Aug 23rd from txt

Leg one of our journey is now complete. Goodbye toilet-shower! 8:23 AM Aug 23rd from txt

Hold onto your hats: Omaha is hip. 2:45 PM Aug 23rd from txt

Friday, August 22, 2008

Twitters from the Tracks, Day Two

Utah has a dearth of cell phone towers. 9:16 AM Aug 22nd from txt

Updates from last night: Tom's blanket gave him electric shock, the top bunk gave me motion sickness & dinner is the most treacherous meal. 9:19 AM Aug 22nd from txt

Also, we each took showers in the toilet this morning. Very...I actually cannot think of an adjective. 9:20 AM Aug 22nd from txt

Have identified train demographics: In coach, very old hippies and teen mothers. In first class, AARP & plump suburban couples. 10:18 AM Aug 22nd from txt

Tuna salad considerably soggier on day two. 12:29 PM Aug 22nd from txt

Met hippie @ bfast going 2 dem conv 2 "protest violence. They say anarchy is bad, but it's good." Takes A LOT of weed to be that profound. 12:37 PM Aug 22nd from txt

Grand Junction, CO seems not so much these days. 1:06 PM Aug 22nd from txt

Sleep eat sleep eat sleep eat sleep. 2:58 PM Aug 22nd from txt

The CO river valley is beautiful. Less beautiful are the asses of the white water rafters who persist in mooning us. 3:01 PM Aug 22nd from txt

Met a Frenchman at dinner. Why are all French people obsessed with Las Vegas? 9:17 PM Aug 22nd from txt

We're in Denver. For twelve minutes. 9:17 PM Aug 22nd from txt

After 36 straight hours of giggling (mostly at toilet-shower but also at expense of others), we're very tired. Stop in Omaha in tomorrow. 9:57 PM Aug 22nd from txt

Thursday, August 21, 2008

Twitters from the Tracks, Day One

Thank the sweet baby jesus for free range happy bacon smothered in good intentions breakfast sandwiches from the Ferry Building. 7:54 AM Aug 21st from txt

we're off! In dining car chatting with nice folks... 9:03 AM Aug 21st from txt

The San Francisco Bay is much larger than you think it is. Also: just heard the first "CHOO CHOO"! 9:26 AM Aug 21st from txt

The toilet in our bedroom is also the shower. There's a plexiglass shield for the toilet paper. 9:58 AM Aug 21st from txt

Complimentary soap brand: wildly fragrant "Cashmere Bouquet". Now that's luxury. 11:00 AM Aug 21st from txt

According to the cute old lady on the loudspeaker (docent from the CA State Railroad Museum), we are beginning our climb into the Sierra ... ... 11:13 AM Aug 21st from txt

I have just learned that twitters are 140 characters or less. 11:17 AM Aug 21st from txt

Lunch is surprisingly edible. Tuna salad sandwich on multigrain! The American River looks pretty good from 2000 feet. 2:36 PM Aug 21st from txt

The docent sounds like Charlie Brown's teacher, except she seems to be reading her script for the very first time. Wha wawa...er...um waah 2:41 PM Aug 21st from txt

The observation deck is filled with grey-haired hippies (Braids? Check. Bandana? Check. Guitar? Check.) I am not exaggerating. 2:56 PM Aug 21st from txt

about to enter a 2 mile long tunnel. 3:12 PM Aug 21st from txt

I don't know if you knew this, but the Sierras are covered in trees. Ooh! Rapids! 3:37 PM Aug 21st from txt

To my great sadness, the docents will be alighting from the train here in Reno. 4:40 PM Aug 21st from txt

We're in Sparks, Nevada. Misnomer. 5:02 PM Aug 21st from txt

Cocktail hour: verboten pinot grigio in plastic cups with ice. Crisp minerality goes well with Nevada tumbleweeds. 6:11 PM Aug 21st from txt

I didn't know you could grow hay in Nevada. 6:43 PM Aug 21st from txt

Frozen vegetables should be banned. 8:48 PM Aug 21st from txt

'did you say something?' 'oh sorry, didn't realize you were in the shower. er toilet.' 10:11 PM Aug 21st from txt

All Aboard

So here's the deal: I had intended to post every day this week to get you all hot and bothered about my CROSS-COUNTRY TRAIN TRIP to Liza's wedding celebration in Rock Hall, MD.

But then the bastard work intervened. So now I'm sending you a furtive message through the internets, with ALL CAPS for extra enthusiasm, mere minutes before the taxi arrives to ferry me and Tom to our date with destiny. (More on Tom later, including eighth grade, Copacabana, NERDOLOGY, etc.)

But before I jet...er...run, a few vital statistics:

5.5 days on the train
4 stops: Omaha, Chicago, DC and Philly
10x less carbon emitting than plane travel
6' x 9': the total area of our deluxe first class "bedroom", including bathroom
7 September fashion magazines, weighing in at a total of one million pounds
2 bottles of contraband pinot grigio
0 WiFi

Yes, that's right, no WiFi. This ain't TGV, folks. So that's why I've installed "TWEET TWEET" over there ------------> [now removed, see "Twitters from the Tracks" posts]
I'm like totally Twittering now, people. I'll be sending you 160-words-or-less updates from my mobile communications device, and will upload photos and hilarious tales whenever we are on the ground. Er, well, we'll be on the ground the whole time, but like, really on the ground.

See ya kids!

Thursday, August 14, 2008

It's official: I'm full of it.

I've spent a whole lotta time here at TBONTB attempting to define my relationship with shopping. At various points, I've called it a syndrome, an addiction, a coping mechanism, and a natural proclivity (in fact, sometimes all in the same post). I've described fashion as a source of pure, exuberant self-expression (which I still believe - or at least the exuberant part). I've exposed my secret fear that by walking (okay tiptoeing) away from consumerism, I might lose my sense of self.

Yeah, that's a bunch of bullshit.

A few months ago, I helped my shopping-phobic friend Sara find her wedding dress. We scored big-time in no time: a stunning, unique, no-alterations-necessary Angel Sanchez for less than a sixth of the original price. At her bachelorette party this weekend, I described this as perhaps the greatest shopping coup of my life. I was then reminded that I also picked out her homecoming and senior prom dresses - and probably made the same proclamation at both junctures.

A few days later, I was doing the eco blog rounds and came across this quote from the documentary "What Would Jesus Buy?"

"In a hundred years Americans will find another way to have fun besides shopping. My worry is that we won't have time to evolve these changes at the usual rate - by then we will derail the earth's systems, especially its climate."


It struck me like an Acme(R) anvil: For the last 25 years, shopping has been my hobby. In fact, it's our national hobby. I'm surprised we haven't tried to make it an Olympic sport.

It's so Duh Factor that I don't know how I never saw it before. I guess I wanted it to be more important than that. After all, shopping was also my creative outlet.

Well, after seven months of testing the waters, I no longer worry that walking away from consumerism will divest me of my sense of self. In fact, if anything, it's helping me FIND my sense of self. Thanks entirely to NOT shopping (and the miracle of the Interweb), I'm finally putting my creative energy where I've always wanted it to go. This blog is first opportunity I've taken to explore my own voice, the first place I've never had to use the word 'innovation'. And it's so much more FUN than completing transactions at jcrew.com.

Of course, that doesn't mean I'll ever stop shopping completely. Old habits die hard.

Hey Sara, you sure you don't need a ball gown?

Thursday, August 7, 2008

Quicken Earth July: Stripper Supplies

I'm guessing you've noticed by now that the conversation around here has expanded beyond the Not New. That's because I'm bored out of my mind talking about it. Aren't you?? All the buying and not buying and wanting and refusing to want...I've settled into a sort of acceptance of it. I am, how you say, blasé.

That doesn't mean I'm no longer committed to it (I am) or that the funny/frustrating/tormenting stuff doesn't happen anymore (it does), but the eco run-off from this experiment is what's exciting to me now. So I'm giving it some turntables and a microphone. Thought I should warn you that you're in for more.

Now back to your regularly scheduled buying and not buying and wanting and refusing...


OOPS!
Alyssa and I are the organizing committee for Sara's bachelorette party this weekend, so in addition to booking cabins and arranging rides and planning meals, we've engaged in a protracted conversation re: obligatory penis paraphernalia. Being that I cannot buy any new penises, Sara is probably safe. But the whole episode reminded me - with horror! - that I DID BUY NEW PENISES IN JANUARY. In a nod to the Bachelorette Gestalt, I purchased a packet of glow-in-the-dark man sword straws for Liza's bachelorette dinner, from which we slurped our Prosecco and took many a jolly photo.

So, to date:
Jan 11: one lingerie bag
April 27: one pair cheap tawdry sunglasses
Jan 10: one package glow-in-the-dark penis straws

My friend Craig always does this thing where, when I pull off some ridiculous dance move, he tries to guess what I'm doing. Example: I'll be doing the cabbage patch, and he'll be like "You're stirring risotto!" "You're winding Big Ben!" "You're driving a cable car!" etc. Right now I'm imagining what he'd say if he applied the same deductive reasoning to this list.


NECESSITIES
I picked up three new pairs of undies and a bra while in TJ Maxx. It's allowed, and it was time.

Aside: I once read an eco hipster in Domino argue that shopping at places like TJ Maxx is actually earth-friendly because they sell overstocks from other stores. This makes almost no sense to me, but I'll just keep it in the old back pocket as my Chewbacca defense.


CREATIVE CONSUMPTION (i.e. USED ARTICLES)
As you may recall, I celebrated our nation's independence by going vintage shopping in Palm Springs and Venice Beach and consignment shopping in Orange County. Let's just say I was feeling really patriotic.


UP FOR DISCUSSION
To that point, behold this adorable purveyor of new and reworked vintage fashion, Madley, in Venice Beach:



While trolling the racks with my cohort Kendra, I found the finest maxi dress in all the Kingdom:



You see that there? Nice lines, good length, cute pattern, and most importantly, no mumu-ism. Obviously I had to have it. But only after 25 minutes of pacing and lip-biting and even requesting a phone call to the designer, Luxury Jones in Portland, to find out if the fabric was indeed vintage/reworked. Her response: she didn't remember where the fabric for that specific dress came from (though she did know the specific dress), but she'd had it forever and she almost exclusively buys remnants and vintage anyway. Is it time to pull out the Chewbacca defense yet?

ABSTENTIONS
I'm cool, Peeps. It's getting to the point that I'm prejudiced AGAINST new stuff. New stuff is so...pedestrian. Let them wear J.Crew.

Monday, August 4, 2008

Dost thou seek an eco lecture?

HCB and I just spent the weekend in the idyllic Anderson Valley, reconnecting with Nature and with each other. Translation: having cabin sex, guzzling pinot noir and getting mosquito bites.

At a certain point, there are only so many deer to spot and shooting stars to wish on. So we decided to hit the 101N to get a piece of the real action. Mostly, as we drove through Ukiah and Fort Bragg and Laytonville, we found trees, trees, trees and the occasional squinty-eyed shirtless man perched on the bumper of his bitchin' Camaro. But in Willits we were in for a treat: the Ren Faire was passing through town.

Many a time have I witnessed HCB go quiet and misty-eyed over the Ren Faire, as he imagines the bounty of handy crafts and heaving bosoms on display. One might say he has a lewd fascination. So with camera in hand, we paid our $10 per person and passed the threshold into Ye Olde Nerde Townne.

On balance, the Ren Faire is everything one might expect, not at all what HCB had hoped for, and yet something more than I imagined. It IS filled with period costumes, unicorn art, snarky jugglers and tent vendors shilling princess hats and wooden swords. "Rennie's" speak exclusively in Thous and Fie!s and Anons and M'Lady's. The bosoms, if heaving, usually precede ever more hefty body parts. There are plenty of people wearing skirts with no panties, but they are all dudes. And nobody is hot. In short, it is NOT a naughty strumpet photo shoot (sorry HCB), but it IS a sort of freak show.

Or, well, sort of. For the first 20 minutes, I could barely control my smirking. But ultimately, I developed a sort of kinship with these gentle folk. Because it occurred to me that the Ren Faire participant, like the eco militant, is just a nerd with a specialty. We are people who love to go deep with a subject, wearing our knowledge like a corset of honor. We are enthusiastic, passionate, and thoroughly unafraid of public display. Through our respective expertises, we discover not just a community and a sense of purpose, but an outlet for our creativity. Sometimes we bully our friends into participating, but it is only because we want to share our joy with them.

Friends, I guess what I'm saying is this: the next time I launch into my eco dogma, please know that it's only because I love you. And it could be worse:

Sharing is Caring

In addition to having a fabulous time last Thursday, we all walked away with at least one natural beauty recipe to add to our respective repertoires.

The best part for me is beating the M-Fing system: these recipes have 30 fewer ingredients and cost probably $10 less than even their cheapo Walgreen's counterparts. I spent a total of $109.22 on what feels like a lifetime supply of all the ingredients for all of the recipes below.


RECIPE: CLEANSING LOTION

from Natural Body Basics: Making Your Own Cosmetics by Dorie Byers
Dry skin types should avoid this as the alcohol and witch hazel would be too drying.

1/4 cup distilled water
2 1/2 tsp. witch hazel
1 tbsp rubbing alcohol
8 drops lemon, juniper, or lavender essential oils

Add essential oil to the alcohol, then add the rest of the ingredients. Store in a glass jar or bottle. Apply with cotton pads. Shake well before using.

RESULT: If you take a whiff of this straight from the jar, you are likely to lose your nerve. It smells like a bad 151 cocktail you might've over-imbibed at Spring Break in Daytona Beach. But dab it on a cotton pad, and it will effectively take off your makeup with a nice tingly hint of freshness.


RECIPE: GENTLE ALMOND FACE SCRUB
from dicey sources on the Interweb

3 tbsp ground almonds
3 tbsp medium oatmeal, put through the food processor
3 tbsp powdered milk
2 tbsp powdered rose petals
Almond oil to combine

Mix all ingredients together, using enough almond oil to create a paste-like consistency. Massage very lightly on face, then rinse and cleanse. Store the mixture in a sealed glass jar. To retain freshness, make the mixture WITHOUT the almond oil, adding it on a per-use basis.

RESULT: I would say in general that my almonds weren't finely ground enough (next time I'll use a coffee grinder instead of the food processor), but this scrub felt a little too much like sand paper. Also, the oil didn't integrate well. I think some tinkering could make the recipe work, but only for those who have rough and tumble skin.


RECIPE: OATMEAL ALMOND FACE SCRUB
from dicey sources on the Interweb

1 tsp oatmeal
1 tsp ground almonds
half tsp apple juice
1 drop geranium essential oil

Mix all the ingredients together and massage very lightly onto face. Rinse off immediately with luke warm water.

RESULT: This was the hands-down favorite of the scrubs. Alyssa took the rest home with her (because she's a genius), so she'll have to tell us about repeated use, but the first app offered up smooth, soft, glowy results. I'm going to whip up another batch for myself.


RECIPE: HONEY ALMOND FACE SCRUB
from dicey sources on the Interweb

2 tbsp honey
3 tbsp finely ground almonds
juice of half an orange
1 freshly ground mint leaf

NOTE: We used lemon juice instead of orange, and just a fraction of the amount stated.

Scrub face gently. Rinse immediately with warm water. Any unused portion may be kept for up to a week in the refrigerator.

RESULT: Aside from it feeling yummy, we all wanted to spread this scrub on toast. I've been using the rest of the batch every day since, and I am happy to report that I like it even BETTER than its Jurlique counterpart (even with the too-big almond chunks). For the long haul, I'll either be using this scrub or the previous one to replace my Jurlique Daily Exfoliating Creme ($54/4.3 oz).


GREEN CLAY PURIFYING MASK
from Natural Beauty Recipe Book by Gill Farrer-Halls

1 tsp apricot kernel oil
2 drops palmarosa (geranium oil)
1 tbsp green clay (Aztec Secret)
warm water

Mix the apricot oil and the palmarosa together in a small dish.

Put the green clay in a small bowl. Add the oil mixture and stir. Add just enough water to make a spreadable paste, and work the mixture thoroughly to incorporate all the ingredients.

Immediately apply the mask to a cleansed face and rest for 10-15 minutes. The mask will tighten slightly as the water evaporates.

Finally, wash off the mask with warm water. Apply a toner and moisturizer.

RESULT: There was a bit of trepidation over the mask, due either to the love of the scrubs or the fear of the clumpy green goo. (It can be difficult to eliminate all the clumps.) Rene and I are regular clay mask users, so we dove right in. In the end everybody tried it and most liked it. It's definitely a drying/tightening affair, but if you do clay masks, you know that already. Rene is going to reduce the oil when she makes it at home, but I think I'll leave the recipe as is. This mask will replace my Skinceuticals Clarifying Clay Masque ($40/2 fl oz).


TONER
from Natural Body Basics: Making Your Own Cosmetics by Dorie Byers
Toners are similar to astringents. They temporarily close your pores and leave your skin feeling tight and refreshed. The lemon juice and rosewater have a softening effect. This can also be used as an aftershave. For normal to oily skin.

2 tbsp fresh squeezed and strained lemon juice
2 tbsp distilled water
3 tbsp rosewater
4 drops rosemary essential oil

Mix all ingredients together. Shake before using. Must be stored in the refrigerator and used within two weeks.

RESULT: Both this and the skin refresher below were exceedingly easy to make and generally enjoyed. If toning is a normal part of your skin routine, there's really no reason not to make it yourself. So cheap, so lazy! With a little net-provided knowledge of essential oils, you can tinker with the ingredients and scents as much as you like.


SKIN REFRESHER
from Natural Body Basics: Making Your Own Cosmetics by Dorie Byers
A milder form of toner.

1 tbsp witch hazel
1 tbsp rosewater
2 tbsp distilled water
1 drop lavender essential oil

Add essential oil to witch hazel. Let sit for one hour. Add rosewater and distilled water. Shake well before use. Apply with cotton pads.

RESULTS: Sensitive skin-havers will probably be happier with this recipe.


ROSE CREAM FOR DAY USE
from Jeanne Rose’s Kitchen Cosmetics: Using Herbs, Fruit & Flowers for Natural Body Care
makes about six ounces

3 fl oz almond oil
1 oz beeswax
1/2 heaping tsp anhydrous lanolin
1/2 tsp Borax dissolved in
2 fl oz rosewater
1 tsp zinc oxide rubbed into a smooth cream with
2 fl oz almond oil
10-20 drops of rose oil

RESULTS: I add this recipe only to tell you NOT TO TRY MAKING YOUR OWN MOISTURIZER. I'm not even going to give you the directions. The results are suitable only for weatherproofing your deck or swimming across the English Channel. If your curiosity isn't sufficiently quelled, I have a whole jar here with your name on it.

Friday, August 1, 2008

Positively Pre-Allure



We are so hippiepunkDIY right now!

Last night we mixed up time-honored natural beauty secrets faster than you can say Petrolatum.

With a few exceptions, we enjoyed some excellent results. I'll post all the recipes, verdicts and photos later this weekend, but in the meantime, here's a flickr of what's to come...