Beauty

For many of us, a visit to our hair salon is practically a sacred right - not to be trifled with or changed. Our hairdressers are confidantes with whom we trust our little secrets, not to mention our grey hairs. And yet, we know in our heart of hearts that the chemicals with which we are slathered during these “pampering” escapes are not doing any of us any favours.

I am a bath aficionado. Not so much in the summer as in the colder months when I must get my body temperature back to normal after trudging through the tundra that is South Western Ontario (I know, you’re likely somewhere colder in Canadaland). It is also the ideal place to escape the ear-piercing cries of “Mommy, she’s not sharing!!” Grown-ups can benefit from bath time as much as the kiddos. And although the kids can still persecute me from the other side of the (locked!) door, I can just as easily put my ears under the water while still breathing.