Tuesday, December 30, 2008
For Christmas, my father paid for my Mom, Sis and I to spend the morning at a spa and then have lunch (on him). Score a big one for my dad!
I decided that I would be daring and try something new since I had just gotten a massage in California last month. (I know, I know, one can never have too many massages. But a massage, to me, is like a once-a-year ultimate treat.) So I booked a facial.
For some reason, I had this preconceived notion that I would be sitting upright in a dentist's chair, with bright lights shining down on me with the technician tsk-tsking under her breath while doing some major zit-popping. I guess that's why I never had a facial before.
Ummm....NO. It was NOTHING like that AT ALL. (Thankfully.)
It was serene. It was peaceful. It was relaxing. Although at the same time, not knowing what to expect puts you somewhat on edge. I think next time I go (and oh yes, there WILL be a next time) I will be more at ease. Especially during the "extraction" part. Which basically is the zit-popping I envisioned. Although gentler.
I got a scalp massage. I got my arms massaged with lotion while the mask (masque?) on my face was drying.
Heaven, I tell you. Heaven.
And my face? Smoooooooooth as a baby's bottom by the time the aesthetician was done.
So go book yourself a facial. You deserve it.
Posted by Sarahviz at Tuesday, December 30, 2008