You know how sometimes the internet tells you that it has a simple solution to a problem you have been dealing with since puberty and your boyfriend is out of town so you feel like you have free reign to have a little girly liberty. Then before you know it you are standing in your bathroom with the contents of your spice cabinet smeared on your face thinking, "Well, I guess I should photograph this mess for the blog."
I knew you'd know what I meant.
... I don't know if the honey/cinnamon/nutmeg mask helped my acne any, but damn I smelled like a delicious spice cake all night.