Only Skin Deep

Perhaps rummaging around in my closet and finding a clay facial that was a gift from my sister Reta or perhaps it was another day of rain that inspired me to a day of self enhancement. Or perhaps it is the total neglect that I call my beauty regime that has forced me to spend a little time on myself. Whatever.

So this is the pore refining mask. It is some kind of diatomaceous earth that you mix with water and then slather on your pores, but not on your eye pores. They are very specific that it stay away from them, otherwise you can't see the stuff refining your other pores.

You don't really need to see the stuff working because you can feel it working. As it drys into a hard mask your lips are no longer able to move and your whole face starts to itch, but scratching just yields fingernails full of green clay. It must be working because it is uncomfortable. Another whatever- but I do think the green enhances the blue of my eyes.

Then on to my toes. It is probably better to have no polish than to go so long between touch ups that the outer two toes are missing most of it. While some might see this part of a woman's toilette as a bit of floofery, it is a must for a gardener if you plan to wear any sandals during the summer. Nails are permanently stained and dirt has gotten embedded so far underneath them that an orange stick must be employed to remove it. After the through cleaning I put on a couple of coats of OPI Outdoor Aphrodisiac. You can barely tell that I am a farm girl... just don't get too close. Yeah- I mean you, over there- with the foot fetish.

And voila! One beautiful girl... well maybe those legs have got to go. I can't think of a less flattering angle to photograph your legs from.