Today I had the most glorious, wonderful, fabulous revelation. It all started with a touch of dermatitis. Oh, dermatitis, who loves you? Who is your friend? ME! I AM YOUR FRIEND TODAY! At first I was as displeased to see dermatitis as anybody else. I did not recieve dermatitis willingly on my doorstep. But then, I had this epiphany: if I'm getting dermatitis from some element of my routine, and my routine now is coconut-free, then I'm not allergic to coconuts. It's like Tom Petty said: you don't have to live like a refugee!! Now I can throw my nasty homemade toothpaste in the trash. Now I can wallow in the selection of the shampoo aisle and decide if I want to smell like a tropical paradise or a rainforest, rather than if I want to be rashy or not. Thank you dermatitis, thank you for reintroducing me to Mr. Coconut.
PS I'm going to leave my toothpaste post up so that if you get a burning need to make toothpaste, and you see a recipe that resembles it, you can save yourself some time and not make that one.
PS I'm going to leave my toothpaste post up so that if you get a burning need to make toothpaste, and you see a recipe that resembles it, you can save yourself some time and not make that one.
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