Yesterday I put glue on my nose. That’s right, Elmer’s glue. No, I am not crazy (shut it, friends). I was working from home yesterday and The Doctors came on TV. I don’t watch this show, but when I am home my TV is set to NBC pretty much all day. Anyway, they were discussing some YouTube sensation who used glue to remove blackheads. I am a bit obsessed with blackheads and pimples. It’s gross. I actually rewound the episode because I wasn’t paying attention. In the end, the dermatologist said its a bad idea and not to try it at home.

Well, I don’t like to listen. And I didn’t quite catch the girl’s name, so ended up at YouTube’s SweetCandyLine’s page. In the comments, Tamia Garner states ‘CL is queen’, so I knew I was ok. The concept is simple, you put Elmer’s glue on your nose and let it dry. Then, and this is the fun part, you get to peel it off. And guess what? It worked!

It got me thinking about the weird things women do to their bodies and the things I have tried over the years. I have been using Vitamin E under my eyes to erase bags and dark circles (another obsession), and again, just yesterday I had my face slathered up. Some guy came to my door and asked to repave my driveway. It wasn’t until he left that I realized I looked like Slimer. Poor guy.

Then there was the time in high school I made oatmeal face masks with a friend of mine. Seems normal, right? After we wiped the masks off our faces, we made no-bake cookies. Main ingredient? Oatmeal. That is just disgusting. Also, she better be glad I don’t have the pictures.

If there was something that promised to make me beautiful, I tried it. Remember the horse shampoo from the 90’s? It promised to make our hair fuller, stronger, longer and healthier-looking.  I don’t know what I was thinking. I spent most of my teenage years trying to tame my thick hair. I went through another stage where I’d let my friends give me highlights. But not like pull the hair through a cap highlights. Just streaked on highlights. I went through a lot of high school with blonde stripes in my hair. Oh man.

I am sure there are plenty more, but it’s early and I am running out of coffee. Girls (and guys!), I want to hear your do-it-yourself beauty stories. Both good and bad.