Facial Virgin

If you didn't know this, I am in my late twenties and up until today I have never had a facial. To some people this may be quite shocking and amazing, and I am sure some people twice or thrice my age have still never had a facial.

One of my fantastic mother's day gifts this year was a mini-spa day which included a pedicure and a facial. I was very excited.

The pedicure was fine and regular. If I don't bring my own nail polish I always panic and have no idea what shade to pick. I was back and forth between a summery pink and a summery yellow with a tinge of green. I finally chose yellow which made a certain someone happy because it's the Fiona color from OPI's Shrek line. I like it but it might be a bit young for me, and it doesn't match any footwear I'll be wearing. Like I said. I panic.

Now, the facial. Remember, this was my first time and I wasn't even thinking about what to expect aside from getting fancy creams and lotions rubbed onto my face. I was a bit shocked when I was led to my room and asked to take off my shirt and shoes. WHAT? Turns out for a facial I was to get under a blanket (massage style) and leave my shoulders exposed for a shoulder and neck massage. Which I actually enjoyed quite a bit. I still have never had a pro massage.

I will admit that I had a few mini panic attacks. First, I am addicted to the gift of sight. Now keeping my eyes closed for an hour while some stranger rubs who knows what on my face was a bit scary. Yeah I opened my eyes here and there, but mostly closed and that's a good thing so nothing gets splashed in them. So there were a couple of times in the beginning when I freaked out and just wanted to open my eyes and see what was being done to me.

Second mini panic attack: multiple times I was scared that serious long term damage was to be done. For example, multiple things burned or tingled and I thought, what if this burns my skin and I am scarred for the rest of my life? I know, crazy, but those thoughts were still running through my head (don't even get me started on what goes on at the dentist-- I think it shows my great self-control that I have never run out of that place).

I got over my mini panic attacks and finished my facial. I had heard some stories about how hideous I would look for the rest of the day so I was prepared with my glasses and hat and thoughts to spend the rest of my day in.

I gotta tell you though, aside from a bit of redness on my chin and nose, that just looked like I got too much sun today, I think I was fine. I don't mean this in a vain way, but my skin did in fact look absolutely radiant (and still does). If I had a bunch of extra cash and time sitting around, I would probably turn into a facial junky and hit the spa every six weeks.

And there you have the highlights of my first facial.