I’ve been told three times this week my roots are showing.
A homemade drain cleaner, a bottle of Clairol, and a lifetime of wisdom put things in check.
Here’s a glimpse into my roots are showing world.
Your roots of the clogged drain kind are showing and the at home solution to the problem-
When we moved into this house three years ago, right off the bat we had slow to no drainage issues with the bathtub.
The plumbercam scanned the backyard and zeroed in on the culprit- roots.
Those little darlings continue to deal drainage misery from time to time, this past week being one of those times.
As I contemplated waving the white flag of surrender and once again calling a plumber, a quick Google search resulted in a “recipe” for an inexpensive, kid, environment and pet safe unclogging solution that worked like a charm!
It more than likely did not dissolve the root, but it solved the slow drain issue.
DIY Drain Unclogging Solution
¼ cup baking soda
1 cup white vinegar
Shake ¼ cup of baking soda into the clogged drain. Pour 1 cup of white vinegar over the baking soda in the drain. Let this combination sit and perform unclogging magic for 15-30 minutes. Pour hot water (be careful not to burn yourself) through the drain for a 1-2 minutes.
Your roots of the Clairol kind are showing-
Through the beauty of natural sunlight and a mirror it has been brought to my attention my roots of the Clairol kind are showing.
If an easy solution of baking soda and vinegar can take care of one root problem, Clairol surely can fix the other.
Remember my advice from a previous post to never miss an opportunity to color your world, especially when your world needs a root touch-up.
Your roots of the what makes you, You kind are showing-
I don’t know about the apple falling far from the tree, but I do know the roots of said tree continue to ground me.
They weave their way through the memories deeply rooted in things like the hobnail cake plate bought on a buying trip with my maternal grandmother, the antiques dealer.
This time of year takes my thoughts back to summers spent in East Tennessee with my paternal grandparents.
My grandmother, the consummate baker, was known for her pound cakes.
There’s no denying my family roots are showing when I follow to the letter her handwritten pound cake recipe.
I know without a shadow of a doubt my roots are showing each and every time the exact life lesson words my parents said to me when I was a kid travel out of my mouth, making a beeline to the ears of my own child.
Who said that?
My roots continue to show when I see my son’s eyes stare back at me in my own reflection in the mirror, and in the conscious decision I make to see only the smiles on the faces of loved ones and old friends rather than the wrinkles, receding hairlines, and extra pounds we face on this side of 50.
Simple products make it easier to alleviate some roots from showing, and wisdom makes it possible and easier to appreciate when the roots that matter most are showing.