One girl's journey to healthy hair and a healthier life. Come with me, let's grow!
I’ve tried a lot of products over the years, so many in fact, that I look at curly hair websites and think, “Ooo, it might be nice to give that a try!” to something I’ve already tried, dismissed and forgotten about! I guess that’s where being a product junkie gets you…but it also gets me a sh*t load of content for reviews so here we are again!
You may have noticed (or not), that there hasn’t been much movement with this blog for a while. Sure, my Song Of The Month posts have still been popping up, but those are scheduled until February 2021. Don’t look at me like that! I went through a very productive period last year. But for the rest of WoefulToFroFull, I don’t know exactly what it’s been – writer’s block, apathy, boredom, my usual procrastination, who knows? But now seems like as good a time as any (with the Pandemic and all) to use “some of my spare time” productively and get some…
So the blog has taken aback seat to my procrastinating ways. I feel like I’m not making much progress but luckily you guys have been sticking with and still reading. Thank you very much! I haven’t got my newsletter sorted yet (but you can subscribe here, please don’t hold your breath until it comes…), I haven’t actually written a post in like a month but thankfully my hair is till growing strong.
I recently reviewed the EDEN BodyWorks Coconut and Shea CoWash and Masque. One of the hero ingredients is obviously Coconut Oil. And any new or old naturalista knows that for a lot of us, Coconut Oil is an essential ingredient. Now while I liked it in the EDEN BodyWorks, me and Coconut Oil have fallen out. It’s gone from Holy Grail to holy fail. Yes I did just say that!
It’s funny when I look at my kids, I find it hard to see any resemblance. It’s something, that if I’m completely honest, I struggle with. Most parents look like their kids. But I can’t see myself in them at all. That’s not completely true, there are fleeting moments when I see it. If I hadn’t birthed them myself, I don’t think I’d believe those gorgeous little monsters were mine. So when my daughter comes to me and says she wants colour in her hair like Mummy, how could I say no?
First of all I’m not ironing my bedsheets, secondly, here’s what I’m using…