So here we are. After 6 months, 22 products and 72 bad hair days, here we are. It is finally October 1: The day that has lived in infamy in the forefront of my brain for nearly 200 days now. It’s the day that signifies the final 24 hours of my all-natural whirlwind of a challenge. With my nails stained an unappetizing yellow-brown and a bar of soap “drying” on the counter, I am finally finished! So I guess this is the end of the road, then. Well, all I can say is….
Certain Dri, here I come! It’s been fun being Mother Nature’s Maid these past 29 weeks (and by that I mean about as fun as sitting next to Regis and Kelly on an 8 hour flight across the Atlantic… “Oh my gosh, Reg, what did Joy say?? What did she say, Reg?”). But let me be honest with you all: I”m tired of sweating. I’ve tried my hand at natural deodorant, and it didn’t kill me, but I can’t say my pits have acclimated enough to wear a light color to a picnic on a 95-degree day (you sweaters out there know exactly what I’m talking about). I’m tired of sweating, and I’m not going to do it anymore.
All sweating aside, though, I can say that I’ve made it six months with Mother Nature, and neither of us has died. In fact, I’ve learned quite a bit, and found several recipes to keep in my repertoire for my own personal use and for gifts (so you better hope I’m not your Secret Santa this year!). Perhaps, in the end, Mother Nature and I could even become friends. Truce?
But on a final, more serious note, I would like to thank everyone who has been involved in this challenge in any capacity, because you have all helped me make it through. And that’s no sarcasm. If I had a better memory and access to more stationary, I would send you all birthday cards from now until eternity! In all honesty, this challenge would not have been half as much fun if I hadn’t had most of the people I know asking me about my sweating habits and hair conditions on a weekly basis.
I wouldn’t have come up with any successful recipes if I hadn’t had friends and family lending me recipe books, sending me newspaper clippings of all-natural tips, and showing me websites and links with new ideas. And I never would have even made it without my family tirelessly commenting, tirelessly reading, tirelessly working around the meth lab of a workspace I created in the house and tirelessly putting up with me these past few months. So I guess the last thing to say is…