As you know, I kind of sort of go to the salon too much. I have an addiction. I need people to play with my hair. My nails. My face. I like pampering. Maybe it has something to do with me being a middle child and having a constant craving for attention.
As part of this addiction, I've somehow made it my duty to try each and every spa service available. Salt glow? Sign me up. Seaweed facial? I'll take one. In order to fulfill all my spa service needs, I now go to two salon/spas. And I discovered last week that the new one had a service I hadn't tried before: an eye-firming treatment. I wasn't sure what it was, but clearly knew I had to have one. So I made an appointment and went to get my eyes firmed.
The woman took one look at me and said, "You don't need an eye-firming treatment; it's for fine lines. You don't have any fine lines." While this was flattering, I was not going to be turned away from my spa service drug. "Well, how about a facial instead then?" And the woman looked at me again and said, "But you have really good skin." The fact that a woman who works with skin all the time called my humble epidurmis good didn't even register, I needed a fix and this woman was not about to tell me no. "But I'm here. Give me something." I think she saw the wild look in my eyes and knew better than to deny me again. So I got a facial. And it was glorious.
Hi, my name is EWP. And I'm a spa addict.
