So the lovely people at Skin and Body Renewal at the Cape Quarter in Greenpoint, invited me to try several of their spa treatments.
The charming Storm (there’s a misnomer if ever there was one: Storm is the sunniest, calmest person ever) was my therapist and she did a wonderful job. And talk about lifestyles of the rich and famous – all I did was loll about on a bed in a candle-lit room for several hours (I am too ashamed to tell you how many) while Storm pampered me.
First, I had a full-body aromatherapy massage. I normally hate massages. I know they are good for me, supposedly – I mean, everybody says so, therefore it must be true, but I always spend any massage I am having resisting the pain. So my body becomes tighter and tenser with each renewed onslaught from the masseuse. But Storm was very careful – early on in the massage – to check whether I was happy with the pressure. I confessed to her that I always felt I should have the painful massage because then I feel my knots and lumps (which are legion) are at least getting pummelled. But honestly, the gentler pressure just feels much better. And she explained that while the more painful (that is, the deeper) massage definitely gets to the knots better, and works deeper inside the muscles, a gentler one is also beneficial as it gets the blood flowing to all the right bits and is relaxing. And relaxing it totally was.
Then Storm focused on my extremities: first a pedicure and then a manicure. I have not had painted nails since I was 15 (and I am not admitting to how long ago that was; let’s just say Madonna was still Like A Virgin), so I was a little nervous. Plus I loathe and abhor my toes – hideous things – and so anything that is going to draw attention to them is a no, in my book. We had chosen a clear, shiny varnish for my nails and a muted sort of greyish maroon colour for my toes. Gasp! Transformation: my hideous toes look like little jewels now and people keep commenting on how pretty they look! Totally converted.
And then, as if I hadn’t been spoilt enough, I had a facial. Storm’s magic fingers released any vestiges of stress in me (yes, you can totally hold your stress in your face) and after a banana and berry smoothie was brought to me (yum) I left, glowing, colourful, and feeling guilty as anything for spending hours doing nothing. Nothing. What a treat.