Home made pore strips

I love Biore pore strips. I love slapping them on my nose and then peeling them off and examining my face in the mirror. There was even a time when Husband and I would sit with strips on our noses and then compare what was stripped out of our pores.

See, single friends? This is what married life is. So glam.

But those strips are PRICEY. And I'm....thrifty. So when I found this little recipe for homemade pore strips, I knew I was going to try it.

What you need:

microwavable bowl

a clean Popsicle stick or something with which to apply the goop (I used the handle end of a plastic knife)

1 tbsp clear gelatin. (I guess you could use green or something, but unless you want to look like a distant, weaker relative of The Hulk, I wouldn't recommend it.)

11/2-2 tbsp milk

Mix the milk and the gelatin together in your bowl.

Throw it in the microwave for 10 to 15 seconds (15 was a smidge too hot for me)

Apply the goop directly onto your face, wherever you want to strip your pores.

Wait.

I'd say after 15 minutes you are set, but basically when it feels like your face is frozen like a pond in a cold snap and will crack if you move it, you're good to go.

Peel it off. (Yes it can pull a little, sort of like a band-aid.)

Admire the results.

That's it!

I will say that I don't know if it was quite as good as Biore's version, but it was quite effective and a lot cheaper. Let me know if you try it!

A Peanut by any other name...

Peanut asked me today "Mommy, why didn't you name me Rosalinda? It's SO beautiful."

I explained to her that her daddy and I spent a lot of time thinking about what her name should be and ultimately we chose what we thought was the most beautiful name for her.

To which she shook her head and said with a sigh, "You must not have thought about Rosalinda, then."

Sunshine

So this morning, after dropping the big two off at school, the little girls and I headed to the grocery store. It was very quiet in the store and the only folks we encountered was a lady shopping and several clerks stocking the shelves. We all nodded politely as we passed.

 But in the third aisle the man stocking the shelves said "Good morning." And so I answered. "Good morning. How are you?" He said he was fine, thank you and asked how I was. I was also fine. Pleasantries successfully exchanged, I was moving to pass him when I noticed that BabyGirl was taking him into careful consideration and I could see she was about to say something.

 I'll be honest, I held my breath. That kid is a loose cannon; I never know what she might say. And you see, this gentleman was African American, and she's commented on that before, not in a malicious way, but in the way of a small child who's close circle mostly looks just like she does.

"Good morning. I love you. Have a nice day." She smiled and skipped off. I think the man melted into a little puddle of goo. He declared his day made and I could hear his happy chuckle all the way over in the next aisle, even a few minutes later.

 #4 will likely not remember she did this. It's been 90 minutes and it's probably already out of her mind. But I am sure the recipient of her sunshine remembers. And so do I.

 My friends and I have been talking lately about how common decency seems to have taken a hit. That people no longer remember, not only how to be polite, but sometimes even how to be civil.

I think I know someone who could teach them a lesson.

"Good morning. I love you. Have a nice day."