Yesterday I became Dorothy in the Emerald City. Cut, polished, rubbed, scrubbed, wrapped, toasted, and detailed. You name it, I had it. See, my husband Sam is the smartest and most wonderful man, and got me a day at the spa for my holiday gift. I left work at 1:30, strolled to the most lovely place to collect on my good fortune, and had an experience I will not soon forget.
Firstly, I had an awesome haircut and then a nourishing mask was placed on my hair and a little cap, which I wore for the next 5, yes, 5 hours of spa treatments. It began with me donning a fluffy white robe and some nubbly spa slippers that make one's feet feel just wonderful when walking around- like a mini-massage. I met my pedicurist in the sort of zen garden lounge and got a mug of exotic tea before an aromatherapy pedicure- minty and soothing. Nice. Back to the lounge to be collected by the lovely woman who gave me a hot stone massage that had me recollecting memories I had stored in unlikely places, forgetting who, what, and where I was, and sometimes falling asleep, and often drooling. Oh yeah, and strange visions of countless smiling Buddhist monks for some reason. I could barely walk when I got out of there.
Back to the lounge for some of the most refreshing lemony orangety water ever. Then another wonderful lady gathered me up and took me to a shower where I exfoliated with the most crazily good smelling concotion. Then I lay down on a soft, heated table where she slathereed my body in a tingling detoxifying mud, buttoned me up in a thermal cocoon, and I sweated and melted happily while she game me a facial massage and entertained me (not like that!)with advice, stories, and restaurant recommendations. Then she helped me to shower off all of the mud, then get back to the warm table to be covered with more ridiculously good smelling things. I eventually found my way to another esthetician who gave me a lovely lovely facial, with steam and little whirring sandpapery things and more fun stories.
Then out to dinner with my honey. How happy, happy, happy I am, and relaxed as all get out.
Did I mention this spa has a yoga studio attached? And they do all sorts of cool Eastern treatments like pouring a stream of warm oil over your third eye? And Reiki?
And, and, and?
Sam said he was scared to get me the gift because then I'd become an addict. But I figure that occassional spa therapy might be a very good alternative to actual therapy for me, and probably much more fun.
Plus it makes me feel like a pretty princess and all.
I hope each and every one of you gets to do something relaxing or decadent very very soon...