Did you used to enjoy them? Back in the olden days I mean when such things were permitted. Assuming you can remember that far back. I have to admit, I was never that keen. It seemed to me you spent hours sitting around in a robe waiting to be called in for a 'hot rock massage' or some such nonsense. If I had hours to spare, I'd rather use them curled up with a good book. Either on the sun lounger, or in front of the fire - depending on the season. That said, pre children I did occasionally enjoy visits to The Sanctuary in Covent Garden. The thing there was the pool. With the swing. You didn't have to sit around in a robe. You could have a swim. And a swing. In between your manicure/pedicure/facial/what ever. Long since closed down sadly.
Pre financial troubles back 'home' I'd visit a local beauty salon a few minutes from my house - Natural Beauty it's called. It was great. Friendly, efficient, non pretentious, and reasonably priced. Come on now, if you want a manicure/pedicure/facial/what ever, why do you have to take your clothes off and sit around in a robe for hours? Why can't you just go in and have whatever you've booked without the lounging around in a robe nonsense? You don't have all that rubbish at the hairdressers after all. That's what Natural Beauty offered and why I liked it so much. Daughter still goes there regularly and usually when I go back 'home', we fit in a visit. We won't be able to this time though due to things beyond our control.
The Beautician has been banging on about an 'at home Spa day' for months. Today she finally cornered me. I have been defuzzed, exfoliated, and moisturised to within an inch of my life. I've had a facial [including steaming], a manicure, and a pedicure. Although I drew the line at varnishing my nails until I've made the cakes. I've had face masks, hair masks, foot masks, and hand masks. Thank goodness no one has yet invented a 'body mask'. Where did all this stuff come from? Gifts.
One Perfect Rose
A single flow'r he sent me, since we met.
All tenderly his messenger he chose;
Deep-hearted, pure, with scented dew still wet--
One perfect rose.I knew the language of the floweret;
"My fragile leaves," it said, "his heart enclose."
Love long has taken for his amulet
One perfect rose. Why is it no one ever sent me yet
One perfect limousine, do you suppose?
Ah no, it's always just my luck to get
One perfect rose.
People buy us women 'beauty' stuff. Plus chocolate. I have enough 'beauty' stuff and chocolate to last me the rest of my life. I also had an appointment with Ethena to have my hair cut, plus an appointment in a salon a few doors away to have my eyebrows waxed, plus tinted along with my eyelashes. Have to admit, I do like having that done - it makes such a difference. But all the moisturising etc well I can't help worrying I might slide into a parallel universe any second now. Via the void no doubt.
Btw is this the MOST sexist song ever? Still the way society looks at women - sadly.