Don't ask me why, but for some reason I woke up at 4am and had an irresistible urge to take a beauty bath. (As I cannot imagine the BF getting up at 4am to sit in the bathtub unless he was actually engulfed in flames, I grudgingly concede this may finally be proof of a genetic component at work in regard to some of the things I am driven to do...) I mixed up a cup of bentonite clay (don't ask...) and a cup of winter honey. At this point you might be asking, 'forget the bentonite clay- what the hell is 'winter honey' and why on earth do you have it?' I have 'winter honey' because a friend has a friend with a small apiary and she was kind enough to share some with me. As for the 'what', winter honey is gathered (by those hard working bee girls!) at the time of year when there is not a lot of nectar flowing, and as a result, it's not really sweet enough for typical honey uses (see my post on The Dark Goddess...), but PERFECT for beauty treatments! After mixing well (I used my fingers and it was very Zen ...), I slathered the sticky, greenish, brownish mixture over every square inch of my body until I looked like an indigenous person on the verge of an initiation ritual (seriously, I cannot even imagine what the BF would have thought had he walked in on me at this moment... but I do know that it would have been true comedy). I then dumped 2 cups of Epsom salt (I was being greedy...) and 1 tablespoon of jojoba oil into my steamy tub.
I stepped in and Oh. My. God.
I luxuriated in that bath for TWO HOURS. I scrubbed, exfoliated and lathered every bit of dermis on my carcass until the only thing I could think to do was fall asleep (don't worry, it was 'bath sleep'...the kind where you are TOOOOO-TALLY relaxed but not actually engaged in REM so you don't drown). Anyway, for dessert I gave myself a decadent shampoo and deep condition, patted myself dry (but silky smooth...) and dressed for the day by 7am.
GLORIOUS!!!!
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