"How often do you wash your sheets?"
This question came up today on a world-wide discussion board.
I wash & change our sheets weekly. Every single week. Without fail. Because 8 days=EWWWW.
I'm thinking I'm in the norm. Nope. Apparently most Americans change their sheets every 3 weeks.
WHY?
Here's what one lady has to say...
I try to be green and conserve.
Once again I have failed as a hippie. I will continue washing my sheets weekly-but maybe this week I'll try hanging them to dry instead of using the dryer.
Tuesday, August 5, 2008
Tuesday, July 1, 2008
Why 'The Hybrid Hippie'?
Have you ever felt caught between two worlds? Like who you are is a contradiction?
I feel like a liar when I jokingly refer to myself as a hippie. Friends look at me with that "okay, crazy" look. "But, but, but, I use cloth bags when I grocery shop at the massive retailer! I dip my oreos in organic milk! I wear recycled, organic cotton tshirts from Target!"
See what I mean? Total contradiction. Almost like everything I do that's hippie is cancelled out by my suburban SUV driving ways.
Oh the dreams I have for myself! Growing my own veggies! Composting! Going completely organic! Cloth Diapering! Home Birth! Ridding my family of our overflow of 'stuff'! Line drying clothes! No more plastic! No more BPA! No more chemical laden cleaning products!
My sweet husband, who is apparently the guru of all things hippie (after all, he toured with the Grateful Dead and has seen String Cheese Incident over 140 times) reminds me ever so slyly of the things I have to give up if I want to become a hippie. Intuition Razors. My beloved SUV. My weekly Target trips. My Fleurville diaper bag. Fruit snacks laden with HFCS. Showers. (Okay, who am I kidding? I have a toddler-showers are few & far between) The Gap.
"But can't I be both????" I beg. He says no. If you claim to be a hippie you need to bust out those old Birkenstocks ('I don't have any-does this mean I get to buy new shoes,' I wonder? He quickly informs me I'll have to buy them secondhand. Second hand shoes....ummmmm that's gonna be a problem) and tie dye my wardrobe.
This blog is my proving to him & to the world that there is a new generation of hippies in town! The Hybrid Hippie.
I feel like a liar when I jokingly refer to myself as a hippie. Friends look at me with that "okay, crazy" look. "But, but, but, I use cloth bags when I grocery shop at the massive retailer! I dip my oreos in organic milk! I wear recycled, organic cotton tshirts from Target!"
See what I mean? Total contradiction. Almost like everything I do that's hippie is cancelled out by my suburban SUV driving ways.
Oh the dreams I have for myself! Growing my own veggies! Composting! Going completely organic! Cloth Diapering! Home Birth! Ridding my family of our overflow of 'stuff'! Line drying clothes! No more plastic! No more BPA! No more chemical laden cleaning products!
My sweet husband, who is apparently the guru of all things hippie (after all, he toured with the Grateful Dead and has seen String Cheese Incident over 140 times) reminds me ever so slyly of the things I have to give up if I want to become a hippie. Intuition Razors. My beloved SUV. My weekly Target trips. My Fleurville diaper bag. Fruit snacks laden with HFCS. Showers. (Okay, who am I kidding? I have a toddler-showers are few & far between) The Gap.
"But can't I be both????" I beg. He says no. If you claim to be a hippie you need to bust out those old Birkenstocks ('I don't have any-does this mean I get to buy new shoes,' I wonder? He quickly informs me I'll have to buy them secondhand. Second hand shoes....ummmmm that's gonna be a problem) and tie dye my wardrobe.
This blog is my proving to him & to the world that there is a new generation of hippies in town! The Hybrid Hippie.
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