Spa Good

Happy birthday to me. I got a spa day package for my birthday this year. I finally went today. It was lovely. I've had various massages, manicures and pedicures, and one facial over the years, but this was the first full morning of pampering.

I started with a body wrap that was pretty hysterical. Clay mud all over, and then bandages wrapped very tight all over. I then climbed into a sauna for an hour, and cooked. When I came out I was somewhat slimmer, but felt great. After that I did a massage that was deceptively low pressure. I just had tension in my neck and shoulders (who doesn't?), but she found the spots and worked them out. So now I'm jelly. In a good way.

Lunch, and then the organic facial. It was lots of cleansers, scrubs, masks, and creams that went on and off one after another. By the end I was so relaxed (and slow) that I was glad that I knew the way home easily. After all, I did get lost on the way there.

When I got home my daughter, Kennedy, came to see what had happened to me at the spa. She was obviously disappointed. I asked her why, and she asked why they didn't "spa me?" I explained that I wasn't really going to become a different woman. "Why didn't they paint you at least?" Oh, so she wanted me to get a makeover. Sometime I'll go back and learn how to put on makeup. Everyone should probably know how to do that before they're fifty...