Yesterday my sister and I treated ourselves to a “fast facial” experience. This sounded right up my alley, as time for proper skin and hair maintenance is never at the top of my list. A thirty minute “pick-my-skin-up” seemed just about right.
Usually a spa treatment will entail the sounds of the seashore as a backdrop, or a gentle rain falling, or light and airy piano music. It’s possible to drift off to slumberland with the gentle massaging hands of the esthetician, or to imagine you are on a beach with a soft breeze wafting ‘round. Those sixty-to-ninety- minute experiences always leave me feeling groggy and wanting to climb into bed right away though, and my eyes don’t want to adjust to the outside world again. Thus, thirty minutes seemed like a good plan.
When you have a “fast facial,” apparently you get the rapid tempo – Van Morrison and some country tunes mixed in! No falling asleep or imagining the seaside in that brief period of rejuvenation, just glowing and healthy skin and a spring in your step as you leave and purchase the-amazing-lavender-night-time-eye-cream-that-seemed-to-work-miracles-in-under-thirty-minutes. (It would have cost me less to splurge on an extra thirty minutes of “esthetizing.”)
Ah, when you notice me looking ten years younger you can credit Van and Amanda, the miracle-worker. All I have to do is remember to use the product in my simplified nightly ritual.