I used to hate cleaning. In my twenties I became a naturally messy person and a lazy cleaner – probably subconsciously in defiance of my childhood upbringing which included rigorous weekly chores courtesy of my meticulously clean and ex military stepfather. But as I approached my thirties, I began to feel the need to have a clean and tidy apartment, and well organized closet which is now borderline OCD. I still hated my cleaning routine but this time it was because the smell of all the toxic cleaning products I was using made me literally dizzy and gasping for breath every weekend all while wearing rubber gloves and a cleaning mask. I had tried switching to more natural store bought products but I was still skeptical about the ingredients and I needed a radical change in my home.