So, back in October, the husband got me a spa package for my birthday. What with the holidays and life and everything, I wasn’t able to schedule it till today. Never having gone to the spa except for the ever-so-practical hair removal (threading is the way to go for brows, ladies) and occasional pedicure, I wasn’t quite sure what to think of a completely induldgent spa visit.
It. was. wonderful.
Three hours of massage, body scrub and facial later, all I have to say is why have I never done it before? And whoever invented the hot-towel-on-the-body technique was a geeeeenius. Totally deserves a Nobel ahhhhhh Prize. I am so getting one of those hot towel microwave things.
Now, I have to admit I was a little wary at first. I read all about ‘what to expect at the spa’ online, so I knew there would be disrobing involved. I got that I needed to be disrobed for a massage and body scrub, but for a facial? Really, you need to not have pants on for a facial? Isn’t that sort of the opposite side of the body from your face?
It wasn’t nearly as awkward as I had expected. The masseuse and body scrubber were experts at keepin-the-bits-covered. They had a multitude of towels at their disposal to flip and fold whichever way was necessary so as to keep those things we call ‘private’, well, private.
And it seems that a facial also includes a foot massage. Hence the need for no pants. As well as a shoulder and arm massage. Hence the need for no top. And tons of hot towels. Aaahhhhhh.
And now I think it’s time for a nap. Right after some chocolate-dipped strawberries …