Nana in 1917 at 16 years old.
All my young life, Nana preached about having beautiful skin. "Sharrie," she'd say "the first thing people notice is your eyes and your skin, and you only get one chance at a first impression." Nana believed that your skin was your "calling card," and either draws people to you or sends them away.I can still see her mixing up a batch of "mud" as she called it, while I sat in wonder as a little girl. She'd mix a couple of tablespoons of rice flour, a capsule of vitamin E, a little rosewater and enough yogurt to make it the consistency of putty. Next she'd smear it all over her face and neck, lay on the floor sometimes on her hydroculators and rest her legs on a chair so the blood would flow in reverse, and relax her tired muscles.
Now this wasn't a Kodak moment and few people ever had the pleasure of witnessing this "secret of the Harem," but I never forgot it. To this day I refuse to buy over the counter skin masques, because there is nothing better than Nana's Mud. It brings the blood to the surface and feeds the skin with nutrients. By the way it's funny that her son, my dad Bill, called his mother MUD! Give it a try and let me know what you think. If you want to know more about Nana, buy my Book right now onAmazon, kick back and enjoy the full spa treatment, while reading "The Maybelline Story."
