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This morning I finally got to go and have my facial and massage via a voucher I got for Christmas from my lovely mum and T. There was some trailer angst about Z not having a morning sleep, but I clung to my aim of getting to Mizu without a meltdown.

I had an hour long facial - during which my body was enclosed in this thing that looked like a huge sparkle glassed pod with a hole in the end that my head stuck out of. My body got steamed at regular intervals - and I’m thinking that it wasn’t necessarily built with people who are five foot eleven in mind, as I had to move my toes around occasionally to stop them being barbecued. But I could easily have just lived there for a month, like some kind of human dim sim.

The woman who looked after me was an olive skinned goddess with hands like high grade chamois. I couldn’t tell when she was using her fingers and when she was using brushes and sponges. The facial was an hour - and I could have laid there for about three. It was sublime. Then I had a half hour massage, and the same woman seemed to dance around that massage table - at times I thought there were two people in the room because she seemed to attack my back from all angles. I felt like a Steinway.

The massage was a little bit odd in that I’m so used to the osteopath poking me in sore bits that a ‘relaxation’ approach was, uh, different - I kept waiting for her to knead away at a particularly knotty bit of me. Hot towels were put on my feet. I was surprised how long half an hour lasted.

When I finally moonily walked back out on to the street (a dead end overlooking the sea) I had baby peached skin and feelings of peaceable warmth. M was in the car with Z - I had been gone over two hours instead of 90 minutes! I called my mum and told her that it had been a fabulous gift - it’s been so long since I was pampered, I can’t even remember when it last was. One day I will be moneyed up enough to do that kind of thing with some sort of regularity. Pass me the Powerball ticket…

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My daughter bought me a spa package the one Christmas, facial, pedicure, manicure, massage.

Lol, It felt kind of weird and not to comfortable having someone work on me. It was different but I wouldn’t do it again. Probably a personal space issue.

I’ve also had a hot stone massage and while that was interesting I would have prefered the regular kind. Part of the massage is that you lie on heated stones. I use hot water bottles a lot so it wasn’t something special to lie on the stones but if someone wasn’t use to using heat ( then the stones would be a cool (pun intended) experience.

Karen typed this on Jun 22 08 at 1:45 pm

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