5 May 2010

Hestia tries a little weed.....

I do not exist in an entirely uncivilised part of the world (we have a Superdrug AND a Semi-Chem), but we do lack access to a lot of the gorgeous stuff that I read about on other people's blogs. I've been casting around looking for some fabulous beauty product that is available locally and came up with......seaweed.

Seaweed in much more than just the slightly smelly stuff that you find washed up on the shore line full of strange bits of blue/orange twine and the odd seagull corpse, it is jam-packed with things that Are Good For You.

It can, allegedly:
  • Help with weight loss (by stimulating thyroid activity)
  • boost your immune system
  • decrease blood sugar 
  • decrease cholesterol, 
  • Increase gastro-intestinal tract function (whatever THAT means)
  • Decrease the symptoms of arthritis joint pains.
The island has a local seaweed business - http://www.justseaweed.com/

Mr Seaweed Man sells both dried and fresh seaweed and his website says: ''Sea vegetables are really a healthy superfood packed with vitamins and minerals; A, B, B12, C, E, K, + iron iodine and 60 trace elements, incl Mn, Fe, Cu, Co, B. S."  Sounds perfect - and even better, you can eat it or BATHE in it.  Given my fondness for a paragraph or two from the ancient poem Gilgamesh, I opted for the goddess bathing option.

Well, who hasn't fancied themselves as a mermaid?

 It arrived in a sealed plastic bag and there was no trace of stinky shoreline when I popped it open - just a lovely blast of seaside ozone.  The weed itself was plump and shiny and as it slipped into the bath, unfurled itself to reveal a very pretty plant.  Tiny bits of other seaweeds sloughed off and floated, like tiny flowerheads in the water.  Very pretty.

Our bath is a huge Victorian cast iron thing that conducts the heat out of the water terribly quickly, so we don't luxuriate in a bath very often. This was going to be GREAT!

Once the bath was drawn, I slipped beneath the surface and settled back into the soothing arms of my seaweed bath, listening to gentle violin strains wafting from the radio. I gave a huge contented sigh.

The classical music stopped.....and Michael Ball started to interview Dolly Parton.

Much frantic splashing then ensued. No offence to Mr B or Ms P, but I wanted...nay, NEEDED....classical music. This was MY time to relax.  I dragged myself out of the bath - not so much Venus rising from the Deep, more Dr Who Sea Devil.

After a couple of minutes fiddling with the available stations (filled with chat and not much music), I admitted defeat and twiddled back to Dolly and Mike.

Shivering, I returned to my weed-filled bath.

Fuck.  I had forgotten to light the candles.  These candles have been sitting in their wall sconces patiently waiting for this EXACT sort of bathroom sojourn for about 10 years.  This was their big chance to shine, or at least glimmer.  I sighed and hauled myself out of the bath again, lit the candles, remembering (thankfully) to turn out the main light and the bathroom disappeared into a flickering Stygian gloom.

I slipped back beneath the water and lay there, not thinking about work, not thinking about all the stuff that seems to be going wrong in my life.  I just allowed my body to float gently amongst the weeds.

THEN I realised that I'd forgotten to scoot my slippers close to the bath for getting out.  I raised myself up for the third time.  I'd been out and in like a fiddler's elbow. Bugger the slippers. I sank beneath the warm water  letting my fingers drift through the weeds.

I felt a feeling on my thigh? Was that a tiny crab? I glanced down; nothing.  The seaweed is all washed and cleaned before it is delivered, I reminded myself....relaxxxxxxxx.....

I opened and closed my legs in a scissor movement - to try to waft some more of the warmer water around me, the bath was losing heat now, but it was really relaxing and I didn't want to get out.   The seaweed made me feel oddly decadent - and I liked that feeling.

The water was turning brackish, a sure sign that the weed was releasing its minerals.  But was I absorbing any? My finger tips were pruney by this time.  Didn't that mean that the water was leaching out of ME into the bath and not the other way around? Who cared? It was wonderful.

After 3/4 of an hour, I emerged from my Ophelian weeds.  My skin felt lovely. I didn't have any fishy or seaweedy smell on me.  The old enamel bath wasn't stained.

Slattern that I am, I didn't drain away the water immediately.  Next day, I used the bathwater to feed my roses and I even put the seaweed on the rose bed too.

The relaxed feeling lasted about 2 days and I am longing to repeat the experience.  I've also bought some stuff for cooking and eating - watch this space :-)

This was the fresh seaweed that I tried out here. I'd recommend it, whether the minerals soak into your skin or not, it's a very relaxing experience.


  1. Do try out this seaweed recipe of James' - tho' if it were me I'd substitute something for the sand ...


  2. I was going to say exactly what Vivianne has just said!

  3. Seaweed's supposed to be great... I'll try anything once. Where do you live exactly? If you'd like some cheap and very good skincare, I did a post about it a while back. I'll be back on it once the Dior stuff runs out... which won't be very long the rate I'm using it!


    And you can buy it all online. It's worked for me, I've never bought expensive stuff xx


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