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Oh My...

Beware!  Natural does NOT always equal good.  Yikes!  Definitely not one of my best moments...

As many of you know - I've been on a quest for all things natural - from cleaners to hygiene products and everything in between.  We've stopped using shampoo, store bought soap (for the most part) and all those nasty household cleaners.  Yet, on occasion I pull out my stash of bleach.  I know my inner bleach queen needs to be buried...but it's a work in progress.

Anyhoo, switching to a natural deodorant was of the utmost importance.  However, it quickly became clear that purchasing such a product was going to stretch our budget beyond comfortable limits.  I know what your thinking...but with teen boys we have...well...what can I say?  A great challenge before us that requires much of this sweet smelling substance.  So, after some thought I decided to google it.  How hard could it be to make my own?  I found a simple, inexpensive recipe that others swore by.  Immediately I set out to gather the necessary ingredients and cheerfully whipped up a batch.  I must admit I felt quite dapper.  Oh google... how I have loved thee... until NOW!   

Having compassion for the rest of humanity, I thought it best to do a trial run on myself before using it on my children.  I will say it worked really well.  No unpleasant odors.  It was easy to make and apply.  And it seemed to be a great moisturizer for my skin without staining my clothes.  I was in love.  Thrilled I shared my discovery with a friend.  My enthusiasm got her all excited too.  In fact, I was so confident that this was supposed to be an instructional post on how to make this wonderful product.  Well, for whatever reason the deodorant that had worked so well decided to turn on me with a vengeance. 

I dashed from the bed like I'd been jabbed with a hot iron.  Running to the mirror I held up my arms only to find that my pits were ablaze.  I'm not joking.  They were on FIRE!!!  As the heat rose I darted to the shower in hopes to cool down.  My effort was to no avail.  I'm SO thankful that it was only me and not my family, friends or any of you!  I would have felt awful if y'all ended up with pits you could fry an egg on.    For now Benadryl, Aloe, wet tea bags and A&D ointment are my closest friends. 

I understand this isn't the most lady like thing to discuss.  And for all the men who read my blog I extend my deepest apologies that you have had to endure such conversation...but surly I'm not the only one who has these blundering moments...perhaps your wife does too?  I have possibly saved you from a very unpleasant experience. 

Needless to say, I'm back to the drawing board on this one.  If anyone has any suggestions (that have been tested on sensitive skin) I would love to hear from you.  Gotta go for now and re-ice...

Until then...
Jessie  
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  1. Joy NelsonApril 28, 2011 at 12:03 PM

    Oh I'm so sorry for your discomfort, but I just can't help LOL! I hope you find your workable deodorant recipe. I also love your new blog wallpaper.

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  2. Anita MondragonApril 29, 2011 at 1:17 PM

    Sorry...but this is sooo funny! Good idea to ask for a tested recipe...otherwise know as "tried and true" Glad it wasn't a feminine product such as...well...never mind...I think all us ladies know what I'm referring to...LOL

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