Day of Pampering?
Pampering. What comes to mind? If you're a woman, it might be a trip to the spa, maybe a massage, new makeup, a striking new hairstyle...basically anything excluding children yet includes a terrycloth robe and reclining poolside. Bubbly alcohol and fresh fruit helps.
Normally, I would not consider ripping the hair from the deepest recesses of my lady bits to be "a day of pampering", but the aestheticians at my waxing parlor insist upon it. There I am, every month, spread eagle, making small talk, when the technician will inevitably ask, "Are you treating yourself with a day of pampering?"
Maybe it's just me, but feeling your cheeks stick together when you fart after a waxing doesn't exactly make me feel "rejuvenated" or "invigorated"...although it does evoke a hell of a laugh. And you haven't experienced paranoia until dashing into the grocery store minutes after getting your upper lip done. But I put myself through it because I like the results, which includes 1) not shaving for 3-4w 2) more comfortable bike rides in super-hot (read: tight) cycling gear and 3) not avoiding lip stick because it "accentuates" my mustache. Everything comes at a cost, and honestly the 30 minutes a month that I schedule for this service is definitely worth the afternoon of discomfort.
So what do I do to pamper myself? Pampering sort of suggests spending money extravagantly on oneself. Here are a few poor examples:
- I wait almost twice as long as I should between haircuts. And that's just a cut and style. No color, perm, or treatment of any kind.
- With the exception of a special visit with my out-of-state sister, I don't get pedicures, and definitely no manicures. These hands chip polish in record time, and my feet work hard for those protective calluses.
- I had a facial. Once. In 2003.
- I heard recently on some lame talk show that the average woman uses 14 different products (exclusive of makeup) in her daily beauty regimen. They spend thousands of dollars on said products annually. Who are these people?? I wear a moisturizer with sunscreen, and if I'm feeling spry, eyeliner and mascara. Tinted Burt's Bees really spices things up.
So what is my extravagance? MASSAGE. Just saying it feels good. When I was working full time as a trainer, most of my day was spent on my feet. I would get a massage once every 10 days or so. When training for an event, I would get them once a week. These days, as a stay-at-home mom, I still get them. My lower back and pelvis continues to adjust from childbirth, so regular therapy on my trunk/hips is important. And in case you missed me saying that I stay at home, well, that's a damn good reason, too. I have my massage therapist come to the house once a month, for 90 minutes. It's not often enough, but it's great.
In the past, I scheduled 60 minute massages. Mostly as a money-saving move, but there was also the thought that the therapist should certainly be able to address my issues in one hour. But here's my problem. Even once established with a great LMT, I find myself getting anxious during the massage. I am not an anxious person. She just finished my back. That means we're already halfway through the session! What? Still working on my quads? He won't have any time for feet! For something that is supposed to be so relaxing/therapeutic, I was far too fixated on time. Bumping my sessions to 90 minutes really helped with that. Yes, it's more expensive, but think of all the money I save by buying one tube of mascara every two years? It's a no-brainer.
When it comes to all the girly hair/makeup/clothing stuff, I am certainly not high maintenance. But massage is the one thing I found that has a profound effect on my physical and mental well-being. And there is something to be said for spending money on experiences over things. So find a reputable, accomplished, and talented professional and get pampered. With or without hair removal.