a blend of clays.
touch of apple cider and tea tree oil.
and one 'willing' hubby to try it out.
his pitiful weak smile almost broke my heart as I was applying it, but then I remembered our deal. I am an avid believer and follower of the Beard. If the hubs shaved such said Beard, he'd have to follow that up with a clay mask trial.
...when I was done mourning the death of his scruffiness, I whipped up a batch in no time.
my favorite part was when his mask was drying. I think to regain some masculinity he sat down and watched a sports highlight show, sipping a diet coke.
goodness.
this man is good to me.
