Cleaning My Face the Right Way

When my husband ends up calling me frugal mc-froog I imagine an award for frugal lady of the year. Enter applause. But clearly the frugal award would probably just be a piece of paper with woo hoo! written on it in true frugal fashion. So when I tell you about this don't think me crazy. I can actually say after trying this it works. I found it over here at simple mom.

The skinny version is you use mostly natural ingredients to clean your face. I have a friend that makes her own laundry detergent which I fully intend on trying which made me brave enough to try this but back to the face wash. The whole idea actually makes pretty good sense. When you strip the skin on your face of natural oils by using face wash you actually do more damage than good. Your 'kind' little pores then produce double time to make up for the lack. This can account for most of the oil many people find on their face.



So here's the REALLY simple formula I used. I put together 3 parts castor oil (I have pretty oily skin) which to try out I used 3 oz. and 1 part extra virgin olive oil (1oz.). I just used an old eye make-up remover bottle to put it in. Well friends, this skeptic was happily eating a little humble pie afterwards. You can pick up castor oil for about $2.50 at Wal-Mart in the pharmacy area and you know where EVOO is.


My review. It felt extremely weird to actually put oil on my face in stead of suck it all out (literally have tried that by the way). Years of hating on my face I suppose made it feel pretty ikeey. But after I rubbed it in and wiped it off with a warm wash cloth my skin felt a-mazing. It was so smooth and healthy looking. I have been using it for a few weeks now and I'm pretty much never going to use the other stuff again. It was a fantastic eye makeup remover too. Better than most of the high end stuff I have tried and tons less expensive.  Blemishes are caused by built up nasties in pores so when you wash with wonder oil (that's what I'm calling mine) you actually get all that yuck out. 

All this goes to show I can't judge something as ridiculous just because I have been fed the consumer pooh-pooh. And if Mr. Phillips wants to call me fruga mc-froo I guess we're none the poorer for it!