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Cheap Mask Because I'm Cheap!

I love the beauty industry, but I'm cheap. Not frugal...cheap! I don't like paying high prices for my skincare so I make my own products such as scrubs and masks for my beauty regimens. I want to pass on a great face mask.

Sunday evening my daughter and I decided our face was in need of some TLC so I made a face mask that consisted of two products that most of us have in our home - Knox Gelatine and milk.
You use 1 tablespoon of the unflavored Gelatine(not jello), and 1 1/2  tablespoons of milk. Mix until it's a chunky consistency and microwave for 10 - 15 seconds depending on your microwave. ( heat until warm not hot) Stir and apply quickly before it hardens. Leave on 10 -15 minutes or until you feel like you've had major Botox and smiling becomes difficult.

Now for a few warnings - 1. If you're sensitive to smells you might not want to do this. It has an odor that I can't describe other than, disgusting! But, once it begins to cool and harden the smell isn't as noticeable.  2. Avoid your eyebrows and hairline. I slapped this mixture over my entire face not thinking about it attaching to hair. Let's just say I felt like I waxed my face and it hurt like hell trying to peel it off my eyebrows. My daughter pretty much started the process of a receding hair line. We found that a warm washed cloth applied to the eyebrows/hairline works wonders on peeling off the mask.

The result was great and our skin feels amazing!

“These days, you’ve gotta milk a
dollar out of every dime.” 
― Gayle Forman



Peace, Love & Hugs!


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