A couple of weeks ago I came across an article that mentioned the Seaweed Bath Company. I did a little more reading and learned the company was founded by Adam Grossman, a psoriasis sufferer who found relief in seaweed. His company has created shampoo and body wash, bath soaks and body butter all designed to help people with eczema and psoriasis, or anyone with dry, flaky, itchy skin.
Being rather fond of seaweed and it's benefits (not to mention the atopic dermatitis) you know I had to give it a try. I decided to try one thing at a time and bought the Wildly Natural Unscented Body Butter and so far, I love it! I've tried it on hands and elbows, feet and knees and it seems to work well. Being in a tube much like deoderant it allows you to put it anywhere you want without getting it all over your hands. It's not horribly thick or greasy and the moisture lasts on my skin for most of the day. It has a slight scent from the shea butter and the bladderwrack but nothing overwhelming.
For those of you that aren't scent sensitive they've got lemongrass, peppermint, and lavender scents using all natural oils.
I'm planning to try the powder bath next and eventually the shampoo (which is thankfully free of sulfates, and scents.) Of course shampoo being the product I have the most difficulty with I'll probably force the Sea Captain to give it a try first.
You can buy the products directly from the company or from Amazon!
Say not the mermaid is a myth, I knew one once named Mrs. Smith. She stood while playing cards or knitting: Mermaids are not equipped for sitting.
'We shall see, while above us
The waves roar and whirl,
A ceiling of amber,
A pavement of pearl.
Singing, 'Here came a mortal,
But faithless was she:
And alone dwell for ever
The kings of the sea.'
Afred Lord Tennyson
I would be a mermaid fair; I would sing to myself the whole of the day; With a comb of pearl I would comb my hair; And still as I comb’d I would sing and say, “Who is it loves me? who loves not me?” I would comb my hair till my ringlets would fall, Low adown, low adown, From under my starry sea-bud crown Low adown and around, And I should look like a fountain of gold Springing alone With a shrill inner sound, Over the throne In the midst of the hall; Till that great sea-snake under the sea From his coiled sleeps in the central deeps Would slowly trail himself sevenfold Round the hall where I sate, and look in at the gate With his large calm eyes for the love of me. And all the mermen under the sea Would feel their immortality Die in their hearts for the love of me.
The straightforward mermaid starts every sentence with “Look . . . ” This comes from being raised in a sea full of hooks. She wants to get points 1, 2, and 3 across, doesn’t want to disappear like a river into the ocean. When she’s feeling despairing, she goes to eddies at the mouth of the river and tries to comb the water apart with her fingers. The straightforward mermaid has already said to five sailors, “Look, I don’t think this is going to work,” before sinking like a sullen stone. She’s supposed to teach Rock Impersonation to the younger mermaids, but every beach field trip devolves into them trying to find shells to match their tail scales. They really love braiding. “Look,” says the straightforward mermaid. “Your high ponytails make you look like fountains, not rocks.” Sometimes she feels like a third gender—preferring primary colors to pastels, the radio to singing. At least she’s all mermaid: never gets tired of swimming, hates the thought of socks.
A word about the Images
Many of the images I've used on this blog have been found over years and years of looking at mermaids (plenty are my own though.) I've asked for permission for most but occasionally I don't remember the source. If you find an image here posted that you don't want up (due to your hard work scanning or drawing it) please email me at firstname.lastname@example.org
You are watching live video of the "Ocean Voyager" exhibit at the Georgia Aquarium in Atlanta, Ga.