Picture this: a city hotel room. A menstrual cup. The first day of a period. A woman, naive but motivated. If this were a movie, it would be There Will Be Blood. Or - no, wait - Panic Room.
She wasn’t me (the storytelling version of ‘asking for a friend’). My own story is better so do not let this tale put you off trying the cup. I tried and succeeded a day after this tale, so forge ahead Ms Bleeding and Curious.
OK, the story. A weekend away is when our girl decides to crack open her Lunette cup and give it a go. Did she sterilise as directed? Not sure how, but since she followed all the other steps including the watching of a YouTube video which I am going to advise is not worth your time I’m going to guess she boiled her cup for 20 mins as instructed. Use kettles in future hotel rooms warm in this knowledge. Not only is there sperm coating literally every surface, but your kettle may have been a menstrual cup boiling station.
She sits on the loo. She folds intimidating-looking cup as directed. She inserts. She stands. She steps away. She is not into it. The first time is a lot like your first time with a tampon - and even if that event was 30 years ago the memories come flooding back. At first it can feel uncomfortable, especially if not placed right.
She tries to get it out. She can’t. Suction is how these puppies work and suction was working against her. As was panic. And subconscious clenching. She calls her husband who is not, I should add, a gynaecologist. Not yet anyway. But give him 5 minutes. 5 minutes of digging and squeezing and “ow, you just scratched me. Are your fingernails clean? Oh my god they’re not.” And shifting positions - squatting, leg up, sitting, lying - and a near call to the ambulance before VICTORY! He got it out. The day was saved. Their relationship would never be the same. And strangely, the hearing of this story is what actually made me get over my damn self, grab a cup and use zero tampons for my recent period. Smug much? Yes, but that’s another Lunette Australia story.
**Image not of actual friend meditating on her options in a hotel room with a compromised kettle. We have no idea what is going on here. Why is the cup on the outside? Is this the menstrual cup equivalent of frolicking on a beach to demonstrate the utter joy of period? ... See MoreSee Less
In a toss up between beach and here, Jo chooses here. This is what happens in DMK world. You wander in hearing a thing or two about life changing skin revision, and the next thing you know you’re knocking back invitations to sun, swim and build sandcastles to indulge your new habit: knowing all there is to know about building healthy skin.
Memory refresher: Jo is our in-house DMK expert and she has been up in the city this week learning evermore about the miracle that is DMK’s enzyme treatments. She’s back on deck at Plover tomorrow for consultations and treatments and general chit chat about how DMK gets skin working for its own good.
Now we love ourselves a bit of Chinese medicine (shout-out to the crew at @morningtonchinesemedicine. Go see them if you’re stressed, sluggish and especially if you’re trying to get pregnant) and we can’t help but see the parallels between the Chinese medicine school of thought and DMK.
Western medicine is the lovable rogue that stands between us and too many undesirable ailments to mention. We love western medicine. But sometimes, western medicine is like putting your lips to a fire hydrant in order to rehydrate. Western medicine identifies that something is lacking in order for illness to take over, and so it replaces what is lacking. Usually with a dose of something powerful: hold my beer, body. I’ll replace what you’re missing.
But for long term health, the ideal is your body producing what it needs to stay on track and work optimally itself. And this is the Chinese medicine/DMK approach: remind the body how to generate its own healthy cells. How to generate its own collagen. How to stimulate blood flow for oxygenated, plump-looking skin. Jumpstart the lymphatic system and get all of the good stuff happening.
Jo is at Plover tomorrow to give you the good word. Appointments via link in bio. Or take the casual route and chat to her and Lucky with coffee in hand and mid-retail-browse. We’re all about the leisure and the seeing what’s there. The skin reinvention is just a bonus. ... See MoreSee Less
It’s in your faces. It’s in your tanned skin which we’re not sure is now legal, but you’ve got it so may as well enjoy it.
It’s even apparent in those people who would normally be very sensible around footpaths and clothing but who are now recounting how they padded barefoot from beach to ice cream store with just bathers and a carefree slung-around-waist towel. The beach is our religion and about anything else we have collectively decided not to care.
I mean, not me specifically. 28 degrees is my temperature, so this whole 35 degree jam is a few whiney degrees north of where I can find things to be happy about. At least not until I’m perched on a beach with cool beverage in hand, sun sinking towards horizon in the rosy bosom of a small crowd bantering the summer cliches in strict order.
1. Banked-up traffic. How is it this year? More roads, same crazy backups. 2. Inability to park in usual pole position spots directly outside the supermarket. With a suspenseful ‘guess where I did eventually park?’ epilogue. 3. Inability to park at the shops at all and being forced into Plan B. AKA the real world. AKA Bentons Square. Shock/horror/awe/sympathy is the only appropriate response. 4. The Pillars fence. Insert hot potato debate here. 5. Collective agreement at sunset as to how good it all is and ahhh, Straya.
As Melburnians, the elation is palpable. We have arrived. Temperatures are right, Christmas is far enough behind us and This Is Our Summer.
Apologies to anyone working full time hours right now. I’m pale and indoors-bound right there with you. And on a positive note, that magic 28 degrees arrives sometime after clock-off.
Fabulous image which 100% captures the mood right now (minus traffic bank up) by @seeshots ... See MoreSee Less
Yes it’s so lovely!!! Parking inspectors dolling put tickets in the village on Sunday... not so lovely! We were fine... we had to park in Mornington and walk from there 🙄😜😂
I don’t want to learn how to do any more things. The more things I learn, the more rapidly those things become mine to do. If only I could unlearn bringing in laundry. Spreadsheeting. Automatically responding to constant cries of “Mum”. A moment of silence please. While we imagine. 🤔
And we’re back. Teach a man to fish and he’ll live forever. Teach a woman to run a BBQ and empty a lawnmower and is there nothing left for a woman not to do?
My New Years resolution is to do less things, not more. Yesterday I resolved to do the same things I always do, but slower. And guess what? I succeeded! What an accomplishment. What a sense of achievement. I congratulated myself with a swing in the hammock and a lovely chilled sangria. Sipped slowly, of course.
Because you know what? Even moving slowly, I do enough. I don’t need to do more. Or to feel pressured or guilted into doing additional tasks. And neither do you, career/study girl. Nor you, working Mum (we’re ALL working Mums, the word ‘working’ is actually redundant). Nor you, impressive Grandmas. And definitely not you, newborn Mama.
I vote we - warrior women all - resolve to do the same things, only more slowly, in 2019. If it helps, I insist. Let’s start this year as we mean to finish. Slow and disinclined to accelerate.
Style notes: Mel is wearing jazz hands and Mars de Favela and Temple of the Sun necklaces. Backdrop by Plover. ... See MoreSee Less
Coral bleaching and endocrine disruption. It’s sexy Saturday post time, people.
But first, a story: this summer, away from home, I found myself needing to buy sunscreen. Now you may well wonder why - when one owns a wellbeing store selling sunscreens personally sourced and chased down for their Australian ownership, dedication to research, eco credentials and impeccable standards of production - one might not simply take said sunscreen home. Good question to which there are no answers except busyness and leaving all thoughts of personal forward planning to somewhere near or beyond the too-late minute. Happens to the best of us and I’ve seen enough of you madly pulling together a school lunch from the Plover fridge to feel I’m not alone so solidarity, multitasking sisters.
So I bought the reputable sunscreen from the holiday destination supermarket and applied liberally and wound up on a boat with said sunscreen in eyes and spent the afternoon living that nightmare where you can’t open your screaming eyes more than a crack. And so the wall-to wall summer good times roll on in my pale-skinned family world.
Lately (OK, this morning) I have been doing some reading up on oxybenzone - a chemical ingredient found in many sunscreens - and how it contributes to coral bleaching. It is also one of the chemicals that helps sunscreen to penetrate the skin...which means that other ingredients can also then penetrate the skin more easily. Bad times for people with sensitive skins or allergies. Or a concern for coral reefs. Or a slight feeling of alarm that the Environmental Working Group lists it as one of the most toxic ingredients found in cosmetics, and yet it is still given a pass by regulators.
There are ways to avoid oxybenzone. And here they are:
1) Read sunscreen labels - a task made easier by not peering through eyes reduced to slits by previously-applied sunscreen note to self. 2) Move to Sweden where oxybenzone is banned. Or Hawaii where they are in the process of banning it. Mmmm, Hawaii. 3) Purchase sunscreens by the awesome, family-run Aussie businesses Wearefeelgoodinc and Surfmud (tropical-strength zinc that just won’t quit) from Plover.
Awesome, did you also see the story about the wee boy selling environmentally friendly surf wax? Great story. https://www.google.com.au/amp/amp.abc.net.au/article/10672450
Sunscreen stresses me out
Feel good inc. all the way! Fave.
Surf Mud is awesome.
Well done Plover!! Sooo important to protect our reefs 🐋 great post Kel 😍
Could we start this thing in earnest next week? These three ladies will be there, so that covers remedial massage, coffee and nutrition. Sounds like a stellar ‘next week is really the gentle start of 2019’ to us.
Because we’ve had the week of sales and beach and everyone at ease. We’re just celebrating the end of ‘who went back to work? You? Sort of. Me? Yes, but in a not earnest way. And now - just maybe - we can admit that 2019’s real rhythm is looming and step into next week with a realness that could be mistaken for actual enthusiasm between Monday and Wednesday at least.
Plover will be there to help with all the usual “it’s going to be OK and we can do routine-y things” tools. Yoga and pilates (new class 7am Friday, earlybirds. Barre pilates to fire up your day, almost every day, at 9.30 and 10.30). Coffee. Rice paper rolls. Lovely practitioners. DMK facials. MASSAGE. Fashion. Look, even toothpaste. And supplements: oh we have supplements. We’ll help your hair to grow and your gut to balance and your smoothies to fill you up and propel you forward. Just ask us.
We’re going to spend this weekend imagining how positive 2019 can be and putting the finishing touches on our 2019 Plover detox program. Or maybe we’re going to spend this weekend extending the summer feels with a solid resolution to do all that Monday.
Monday. Monday is our day, warriors. Come and check up on us. It’s sunshine and good vibes all week. ... See MoreSee Less