DIY All Natural Hair Conditioner – Yah, It Works

(by Rebecca Simpson) Sep 09 2017

I have the whole, entire house to myself for the weekend – and you know what that means?  Aside from being able to walk around naked whenever I want, it means I get to try out old-fashioned beauty treatments that would otherwise be too messy, weird, and drippy to use when there is a house full of men getting in the way and asking awkward questions.

So today, I am treating myself to a DIY all natural hair conditioner to see if it really lives up to the hype.  Ever since my mom chopped my hair to the shoulders when I was six because I would never brush it before rolling out of bed to go play in the dirt field, I have wanted long hair.  LONG hair.  Like to my butt, at least.  But alas, after all these years, I have never been able to grow it past my bra strap. I’ve been on a mission for the last two years to break my hair record, and experimenting with age old hair-nourishing beauty treatments is part of the program.

All Natural Ingredients

Taking a tip from the ladies of Youtube, I decided I’d try some kind of blend of protein, oils, and acids that I could find around the house.  Here’s what I could find:

  • Yoghurt, plain.  A fistful is a good amount.
  • Coconut oil. I have it around for… reasons.  Conditioning my long hair has now become one of them. Use as much as you think might make a nice sized spoonful of ice cream.
  • An egg.  Sadly, not from my own chickens, who are still too young, but one from the store.  Use whatcha got, we can get fancy later.
  • Juice of one lemon.  Thankfully my neighbor has a lemon tree that has been dropping lemons on my side yard for months.  So I was able to scrounge the least offensive looking one from under the boat and juiced it. Worked great.
  • Now, blend. Nuff said.

Applying Conditioner to Hair

I reasoned that the ends of my hair awere in the worst shape, so I grabbed them up in a bunch and dunked them into the mixture as if they were a big, fat frazzled paintbrush.  Amazingly, the ends soaked up a lot of the goop and it didn’t drip off too much.  With what was left in the bowl, I massaged my hair working my way toward the roots until the goop was all gone. Finally, I wrapped my goopy hair in a towel and let it marinade while I walked around the house naked and did whatever.

Rinsing

When it’s been a good 20 mins or so, or you’ve run out of things to do naked, wash the goop out under the faucet.  Then shampoo and condition your hair per usual. Easy.

Results

If you wash it well, your hair should not be greasy, or eggy, or dairy-y.  In fact, my hair came out very soft, although it seemed to have a little “heavier” of a texture than usual.  Not that I mind.  I enjoyed how soft my hair had become, how easy it was to braid, and that warm, fuzzy feeling I got when I knew I had done something nice for my hair AND found a DIY all natural treatment that actually seems to work.  I’ll be coming back to this one for sure.

Try it!

Give the above treatment a try and let me know your thoughts.  Or, if you have an all natural hair conditioner secret to share, I’d love to hear about it (and even try it!)

Here’s to long flowing locks to our butts and beyond!

 

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Frogs arrive!

(by Rebecca Simpson) Aug 28 2017

Ladies and Gentlemen, I am pleased to announce we officially have frogs at SSA!
 
How do I know, you may ask? Because I could tell from what was left of a webbed back leg on my lawn that we definitely had a (former) frog on our hands.
 
I am sure Roxy (our Husky) has been hunting the frog for some time. It was a beauty too, (at least the part I could still see). After I scraped if off the lawn and put it in the trash, I was able to admire how fat (now flat) and colorful (now covered in dirt) this handsome (and smelly) frog once was. My chest swelled with pride (and so did my nostrils from the stink cloud).
 
As I measure my success in biodiversity, dead or not this frog represents a special first. Over six and a half years, and we are still new getting surprises.
 
If there is one, there are more. And I am hoping this is the start of a new froggy trend. Next they just need to learn how to avoid the wolves (Huskies).

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Permaculture – Promises Kept

(by Rebecca Simpson) Aug 10 2017

Permaculture QuoteThe gardens at Suburban Stone Age have been strongly influenced by permaculture concepts. For those new to the term, permaculture is defined by Wikipedia as “a system of agricultural and social design principles centered around simulating or directly utilizing the patterns and features observed in natural ecosystems.”

The promise is that if your follow Nature’s grand design, you not only build a sustainable garden that provides you with food and resources. You build a food web that extends beyond your human needs and into the natural community that exists beyond your backyard fence, for the benefit of all.

It has been over 6.5 years that Suburban Stone Age has been in operation – long enough to flirt with being a “mature” garden.  And I can tell you, without a doubt, that permaculture principles work.

We don’t use pesticides, we invite birds to do the work instead.  We recycle nutrients through the use of compost to let the land feed itself.  We build the soil with humus so that it can hold more water – this helped our plants survive the greatest drought in California’s recorded history. We group plants according to their habits and functions, so they can thrive and provide the maximum amount of usefulness to ourselves and the natural community.

This was all begun because of the promise that if you build it, they will come.  The plants, animals, and abundance, that is.  And there has been no truer promise, no more spectacular return on the investment, than what the gardens of Suburban Stone Age have become.

If you are curious about permaculture and how it works, please leave a comment.  I am happy to share whatever knowledge and experience I can.  And be sure to keep checking back for updates, as the best is yet to come!

 

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Living with the Seasons – Stop Time From Flying By

(by Rebecca Simpson) Aug 06 2017

Time flies, doesn’t it?  In our hectic modern lives, the month is over before we were ready for it to start.  Days are just numbers that roll by on a calendar.  Children grow right before our eyes, and it takes but a moment before their precious childhood years slip away and they are grown.

The good news is that there is a way to change how we live with time.  And the surprising consequence it that time slows down.  Life makes sense, feels good, has cycles, and touches your inner being – connecting you again with the ancient rhythms we were all born to feel.

How is this done?  By living seasonally.  That means, wherever you are, stop and understand that place.  What are the rhythms of life there? The length of daylight, the temperatures swings, the rainfall amounts.  How have the native plants and animals that have lived there since ancient time adapted to these particular conditions.  What does that say about how you can adapt too? And this is just the beginning.

This new awareness is something that evolves over time, as you pay more and more attention to it.  But what ends up happening is that you sync up with your environment in a way that feel natural and makes sense.  There is no rush and bustle and worry to this new timeline, only moving along with the seasons in the great and gentle flow.

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Compost – The Dirty Truth

(by Rebecca Simpson) Jul 25 2017

Compost and me – we be mates.  It truly is Nature’s “Black Gold”.

In my evolving love affair with compost, we’ve had our ups and downs.  I’ve done everything from actively hot composting wagon loads of material to barely being able to get my own coffee grounds onto the pile.  A lot depends on my work schedule, and because I’ve been working full time, I’ve had to trim down how and what I compost to make the process fast, efficient, and most of all, sustainable.  Here’s the dirty truth about what I’ve learned.

  • Keep it simple. If all you can compost that day is an orange peel, that’s ok.  Better something than nothing.
  • Bugs love giant piles of compost.  This includes crickets, cockroaches, and fruit flies. Not necessarily a bad thing (they become wild bird food), but if you have a big pile, put it away from the house so you don’t get visitors.
  • Grass clippings smell.  Even when mixed up well, expect a good 24 hrs. of nitrogen-ish aroma.  Again, put your pile away from the house (and downwind from your husband’s open bedroom window).
  • Horse poop smells too.  Not as bad as you might think, but a whiff every now and again will find you in the first week.  Still worth it.
  • Don’t put sticks and vines in your compost, unless you want the compost coming back out that way.  They take too long to break down and make the texture a pain to deal with.  Unless you chop them up, I usually don’t add them.
  • Let the wind help.  I don’t know about you, but the wind blows leaves and dirt up against my chain link fence.  I used to get mad, until I realized this was the best type of material there was for compost.  Crumbled dry leaves mixed with dust and soil – perfect. Sweep it up, toss it in.
  • Be nice to yourself.  I used to get guilty if I didn’t compost EVERYTHING that came from the yard.  But that is unrealistic given today’s life circumstances.  So I do the best I can, and let go of the guilt.  All that is important is I am still going.

There is more to share but that is enough for one day.  If you have wisdom to share, I’d love you hear your comments below! Compost on!

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Are Birds Eating your Fruit?

(by Rebecca Simpson) Jul 24 2017

July is such a lovely month at SSA.  Wander around, and you’ll find peaches, plums, apples, grapes, figs, and tomatoes, all becoming ripe.

Trouble is, every bird in the village knows this too.  So word gets out, and bird friends invite bird friends – and bird kids and bird cousins and bird neighbors  – to all come feast on the bounty.  This means that I get lots of birds eating my fruit.

Do I mind? Not at all.  I chalk it off to farming overhead and as an offering of gratitude to the birds for the joy they bring here daily.  But this doesn’t mean I don’t want some beautiful fruit left for myself.

What is the solution? As with many things, it is a compromise.  You see, the birds have all day to investigate the fruit for perfect ripeness.  They will often start a test hole on a favorite candidate, and then revisit it for many days as it progressively ripens.  They will also drink the nectar that oozes from the juicer fruits, kind of like opening up a little Nature’s Jamba Juice.

So when I am out there getting fruit for myself, I find the one the birds have already gotten, and LEAVE IT ALONE.  I take the rest for me.  I have found that if you pick the birds’ fruit in order to discourage them, you compel them to find another on which to start a test hole.  And because they probably have more time than you to watch for the best fruit, they will beat you to new fruit every time.  This leads to many holes in many fruits, and it will feel like they are eating all of your crop.

Don’t pick their fruit.  Leave it for them.  They will happily revisit the fruit they have started for many days, and leave the others unmolested for you. I practice this on every fruit tree I have (and there are over 40).  I find that the birds are happy to oblige by leaving fruit for me if I leave fruit for them as well.

See?  In a nutshell, by giving, you receive.  Isn’t Nature (and the birds) awesome teachers?

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6.5 Years and Counting

(by Rebecca Simpson) Jul 21 2017

My how far we’ve come!

Suburban Stone Age is 6.5 years old and counting.  The transformation has been unbelievable.  We started as your traditional suburban home, full lawn front and back, some shrubs, and nothing much else of interest.  Now I am fortunate enough to live in the middle of a fully functioning food forest, an ecosystem unto its own.

It gives me great pleasure to feel like I am a part of something bigger than myself,  and that this something has taken on a life of its own.  I merely set the stage, but, to my vast delight, I found an eager and enthusiastic cast and crew happy to set settle in and thrive.  For example, when I look back to the before times, I don’t really remember any more birds being around than any other average neighborhood.  Which is to say, not many, and mostly the odd crow or sparrow.  But now, as the summer sun comes up, the sound of singing birds it so loud, and so close, and so profuse, it has become my alarm clock.  I can’t think of anything better to wake up to.

I have generations of bird families come to bathe in my ponds in the morning, too many birds to count, all fluttering, splashing, and chatting like teenagers at a pool party.  I can count several types of butterflies at once dancing around the flowers, and sometimes pausing to deposit eggs on their favorite nursery plants.  Bees visit the lavenders in the front in humming, lazy clouds, warmed by the sun and content they don’t have to travel far to get their fill of nectar.  And I love that insects beyond count scuttle to safety when a log is lifted to inspect the rich moist soil that has been nurtured below.

The sheer amount of biodiversity is astonishing, and is the yardstick of my success.  I merely set the table with food, shelter, water and Nature happily comes to the feast.  And in return I am fed, both literally, through the fruits of the trees and the vegetables of the garden, but spiritually as well, as I find a great comfort in finding my small place in the great web of life.

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Starting Anew and You’re Invited!

(by Rebecca Simpson) Jul 20 2017

Good Morning, Fellow Adventurers!

It’s been a while since I’ve posted here, but it is time to come on home.

For the last 3.5 years, I’ve been working full time in the corporate world.  Sure, it’s been great.  But I miss my farm, I miss my plants, I miss my wacky experiments, and most of all, I miss YOU.

New changes are afoot.  I want to reconnect with the magic that is Suburban Stone Age, and bring you along with me.  I’ll be living it and sharing it, little by little, every day.

So get comfy, grab a snack and beverage, and settle in for the ride towards living a more sustainable modern life.  Because we are going to have some FUN!

Buckle up,

Rebecca and The Gang at SSA

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Fresnel Lens – Solar Cooking will be happening at Suburban Stone Age

(by Rebecca Simpson) Nov 15 2015

What do you do when you have a bum shoulder and can’t dig your pond? Why, you buy a death ray on eBay so you can melt glass and cook food, of course!

Let me explain…

A Fresnel lens is a thin plastic lens made of small concentric grooves on one side that focuses light like a magnifying glass. You’ve seen them around – they are those plastic sheets that are used to magnify text, and on a large scale are what’s in a lighthouse to create that beam of light.

When you use a Frenel lens to concentrate sunlight, you take the warm embrace of gentle sunshine and focus it into a face-melting, unholy death-ray. Seriously, if you do it right, that spot of light is strong enough to melt steel. Wow!

So naturally I HAD to have one.

Why? Well, to my mind, this Fresnel lens unlocks a whole wealth of possibilities using only the power of the sun. I can cook, disinfect water, start fires easily, and even go to new places such as metal cutting, welding, and making homemade obsidian. All from the benign power of the sun! Which, by the way, will still be available in the aftermath of a major earthquake.

And so enters a new Era of solar cooking and more at SSA. On the way are two Fresnel lenses, one spot and one linear, plus a parabolic mirror just for funsies. I’ll do my solar cooking and experimenting while my shoulder heals, then go back to finish digging my pond before spring.

(Side note – guess what the pond can also be? An emergency store of water for a disaster. Which I can distill into safe drinking water using the Fresnel lenses and only the sun. A beautiful thing, no?)

I’ll keep you posted!

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California Drought and Greywater Usage Update

(by Rebecca Simpson) Nov 08 2015

I love me a hot bath more than just about anything. But as a drought-striken Californian, that is a luxury I’ve had to forego for the last few years.

Last week, I sustained a significant shoulder injury.  I was so sad. Until I heal, I can’t dig ponds, build fences, clean, and lift, like I was looking forward to doing all winter. Total bummer.

But today something awesome happened! I’ve been coming along nicely on my greywater system, using laundry water to irrigate the landscaping and plunging my family’s water usage to a record low of 62 gallons per person per day. ( This month’s total bill from the water company was $54.26) Since I had most of the grey water plumbing rigged, it was simple matter to run a pump to the bathtub so I could take a therapeutic soak for my shoulder and afterwards pump the water to the garden.

Long story short, though being injured caused a surprise change of plans, it also set me on a new path. With careful management, I can now reuse even more grey water from both the laundry and from baths/showers. I think that is a win-win.

Sometimes in setbacks there are hidden victories. I’ll keep you posted.

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