It Ain't Easy Being Green

I've been making a conscious effort to be a little less wasteful these days... to buy things that don't come in fatty packages, to buy things made from natural and/or sustainable ingredients, to recycle as much stuff as I can. You know. Be TRENDY.

Fail:

I bought a simply-packaged lotion from the local store, where it was displayed in the "natural" section, but when I visited the website, it's this HUGE chain of lotion and cosmetic anti-wrinkle lotion brands, and is just regular lotion with a boring label. But I have to use it, because it would be EVEN MORE WASTEFUL not to. AND, the pump wouldn't come up. Damn big-box lotion pump-top. At least it smells OK. Like chemical fruits.

Fail:

I also bought a bamboo shower poof, as my old one was shredded to bits from my apparently shark-like skin. It had a name like "ECOPOOF" or something with a recycled label and green edges. OH FICKLE SELF, HOW EASILY YOU ARE FOOLED BY GREEN THINGS. Come to learn, contrary to popular propaganda, though bamboo is indeed sustainable, so is cotton, and bamboo takes FAR more chemical processing to render into soft fibers for bath poofs. Also, my ecopoof is still 20% cotton and 7% nylon, as evidenced by the tiny label tucked deftly into the folds. ALSO. Adding water to a bamboo poof is much like adding water to a 3-foot wad of paper towels hanging on an ECOSTRING. It turns into a solid, unmalleable hunk of fabric, unable to hold the smidgeniest particles of soap or do anything but beat your skin into cleanliness submission. I kind of doubt the cleanliness of that beating, though.

So I'm going to use my ecopoof until which point I run out of liquid soap, and switch to bar soap because a) less packaging, b) no ecopoof of death, and c) I can buy them at farmer's markets in myriad flavors. Stupid poof.

The moral of this story: if you're trying to live a little better, read up on the subject first, and buy things at health-food stores and Trader Joe's, etc. BAH

On Getting to Work Early

I got to work today at 7:45, and last week one day I got here at 7:00. Which I actually really like, because it gives me time to catch up on stuff without people bugging me to get something for them, and also to post blogs.

However.

Apparently, arriving before anyone else gives the Mexicans leave to tap on the glass and wave at you like you were an anomalous fish in a giant well-stocked-with-paper bowl. And it's only them... the Koreans, the Chinese, the White Folk... smile sometimes, maybe wave, maybe ignore you, but EVERY Mexican guy that walks by has to stop and tap. DUDE. I got here early so I could post on my blog. Not attract you with my feminine wiles. SHEESH.

There's this one guy, whose name I do not know, nor do I know where in this vast maze he works or what he does or why he knows me.... who thinks we have some sort of intimate bond that transcends the barriers of race and speaking the same language (he does NOT know I speak Spanish and I hope to keep it that way and me being married. It's SO bizarre. Every gathering there is at work, be it a company-wide meeting about survey results, a Halloween party where everyone seems to dress up as Cantinflas, or a bowling party - he brings his camera so he can take a photo with me. But not just one photo - like 12, because he needs just the right one. SO bizarre. This guy must have like 42 pictures up in a shrine with some of those candles in glass jars with pictures of saints that look like George W Bush that you can get at Food 4 Less. That is what I imagine in my head.

Anyway - people are beginning to arrive, and duty calls. That and I am surrounded by glass. Everyone can see the distinctive blue and orange of a blogger post page. I must go.

Things I Love: Fashion Time

Belligerent post about things that don't matter, but I like them anyway:

1) This Dress:

Tory Burch

2) Cate Blanchett's Clavicles:

Damn You

3) This Chandelier for my future entertaining-centered living room:

Do you think guest will mind being blinded by the rainbow?

4) This Necklace:

Because who DOESN'T want the opportunity to look like Salvador Dali at any moment?

I Think We Need This

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