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My best and dearest friend, Moonie and I, went to Midland Tuesday for a girl’s day out that we enjoyed to the max. By the time we arrived at the mall we were starving, so we stopped in Fuddruckers, where we enjoyed a delicious hot dog lunch complete with relish and great conversation. Once we had sated our rumbling stomachs, we headed to the Regis Salon where I got a badly needed haircut. Then we indulged our appetite for window shopping. As we wandered though the mall checking out and commenting on the latest fashions, and ogling a life-size stud muffin poster in one of the shops selling men’s and women’s jeans, a girl at one of the booths in the center of the mall isle waved for us to come over.

We knew she was bound to try and sell us something we just couldn’t live without, but figured since we had nothing but time on our hands at that moment, we may as well at least give her the chance to do just that. The first thing she did was ask if we had natural nails? Moonie shook her head, but pointed to me and said, “I don’t. But, you are going to die when you see her nails.” I obediently held out my left hand and listened as she turned to Moonie and said, “It would be really easy to hate her.” Moonie nodded and replied, “If she wasn’t my very best friend, I would hate her just for her nails. The girl looked at me and said, “Let me see your worst nail.” I have one nail on my right hand I had managed to shatter so badly recently the end of it was still prone to peeling off. I figured if she could do something with that nail, I would buy whatever nail product she was selling. She whipped out a little four sided file and buffing device, and gave the badly damaged nail a quick going over with it, then rubbed a drop of oil on it. After gazing at what was now a glass smooth and super glossy nail I said, “I hope you take credit cards, because whatever that buffer and oil costs, I’m buying it.”

Once she had totally sold me on the complete nail care kit, she took us over to a couple of large ceramic bowls. At first I thought she might be selling some kind of miracle manicure bowls made from Dead Sea clay to go along with the nail care kit. She sprayed some water on our hands, then measured out half a teaspoon of salt crystals for each of us, and told us to rub that all over our hands. That’s when I realized she was actually demonstrating Dead Sea salt crystals, and not miracle manicure bowls. Once we had rubbed the salt over our hands enough to suit her, she spritzed our hands again with water to rinse them off, then handed us a paper towel. Moonie and I looked at each other in awe as we felt how soft and silky our hands were after we dried them off, and both of us agreed whatever the price of that jar of Dead Sea salt stuff was, it was well worth it. By the time the lovely young woman selling the Dead Sea products was finished demonstrating the salt crystals and body butter on us, we were hooked, and eagerly handing our credit cards to her.

It’s no wonder Cleopatra was hooked on using the Dead Sea as her Spa of choice. And the way I figure it, by golly, if it was good enough for Cleopatra, it is good enough for me. I can’t go and bathe in the Dead Sea like she did, but by adding 1 teaspoon of the citrus miracle salt crystals to my bath water once a week, I can bring the benefits of the Dead Sea to my own bath tub. Between the miracle mineral salt crystals, body butter, exfoliating facial cleansing gel, and nail care products, my skin is as soft as a baby’s bottom, and my nails are positively to die for. Given the fact you use so little of the products to produce what I can only describe as absolutely amazing results, I feel the Premier Dead Sea Products I purchased are well worth every penny I spent on them.