For Christmas X & Mel gave me a gift certificate for a facial. Mel had been given one as a parting gift from her former co-workers, loved it and thought it would be perfect for me too. She is awesome.
I finally had the chance to use it yesterday.
When I was getting ready to go, I took off my slippers which I had been wearing all day. They are my favs, soft warm fleece. They also make my feet sweat and my feet, which don't usually smell bad, did. But there was no time to wash them, since I hadn't anticipated needing to. I quickly took a Wet One and wiped them, then sprayed with some body spray smell goody stuff. Didn't much matter, I was having a facial, not a pedicure.
When I got there, I was impressed by the peacefulness of the place...very quiet, soft tones and lighting in the decor and fresh chilled water served in goblets, tinkly music in the background. nice. I was called to the back by a very pleasant woman who instructed me to remove my shirt and bra, and socks and shoes, and lay face down on the bed...
?????? but my face is in front and my feet aren't clean....ruh roh.
I complied for lack of seeing any other logical option. She came back and rubbed lotion on my back and proceeded to rub with hot stones...oh my - heaven. I was trying to go with it, just relax, and kept pushing the thought out of my head, "I should've taken a shower". Nothing I could do about it now. Just hope my feet didn't smell too badly....how embarrassing.
She worked her magic, and it didn't take long for me to begin to feel the tension just evaporating. And she didn't faint when she got to my feet. Don't know if it was because she has the constitution of a draft horse, or my quick wipey fix worked?
This was my first ever massage by anyone other than my husband. I had always cringed at the thought of someone I didn't know touching me that way. I found that it didn't take long to get over that nonsense. By the time she was done with the massaging, and left me to relax a bit, I remembered the name of the main character actor in the old sitcome Fish. Something I had been trying to do for a couple days. Abe Vagoda. And oh yeah, I forgot to ask Paul to put Listerine on his shopping list...stuff bubbling from the depths....
As it turned out, I guess my feet weren't the issue. My face was. Apparently it was screamingly dehydrated. She was appalled. I didn't want to answer her question when she asked what I used to clean and moisturize. "Whatever is in the shower....hopefully I don't grab the Tilex"
When it was over, it was like I was returning to a different world, like I had been on vacation to mars. Wake up, step back into the race....
We were heading over to my brother's house, and that household can be pretty crazy, so I was afraid I was going to lose my serenity. But I didn't. It was enjoyable, and the show after was good too. Paul also got me a gift certificate to a spa, and I am so going. I'm going to make it a whole day, this time - earlier in the day, and then come home and paint or read or something slow and quiet.
Thank you Thank you Thank you, Mel and X. That was amazing.
Peace, and soft skin....
1 comment:
I've never had one either, same reasons-too embarassed-what a prude I am! You soo sold me, maybe I will look into this. Matt has mentioned it in the past as a gift for me and I have always tightened up every muscle in my body and face and said, "oh no, not that...please don't get that for me."
As far as washing and moisturizing of the face, I'm with you-whatever happens to be in the shower. AND since I have babies, there is always wet wipes around-that's my cleanser.
I'm glad you were brave enough to indulge yourself, you have encouraged me to do it as well!
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