The Frightening Facial

Now before I start this post, I know what you're thinking...facials are hardly slumming it! Whilst I would normally agrees with you, there's a little spa sandwiched between our budget hotel and the beach. I decided to enquire on the price and it's £18 for an hour's facial-how could I refuse??

So with my Spanglish I informed the nice beautician that I wanted an hour treatment and lay on the bed. Expecting the lights to dim and smell aromatherapy oils, I was a little alarmed when she shone a 100watt LED light on my face and pulled on some latex gloves. Now I was afraid!

For the next 30 minutes she performed the 'sports massage' of facials. Feeling like I'd had a bit of an ordeal, I felt sure I didn't need the top four layers of skin anyway and was satisfied we'd finished.

As I sat up to leave, my beautician indicated that I should lay back down and unveiled a machine that would have been more fitting in a hospital resuscitation room. She turned it on and as it chugged into action she pulled a spatula-like device from the machine. It crackled like there was electicity running through it. She held it to my cheek and within a split second my suspicions were confirmed and I felt an electric shock. I jumped and she did it again! She saw my look of horror and proceeded to explain that it was absolutely fine as it will make my pore smaller.

Well that's alright then!!!

They say no pain no gain. I'm sure when the nightmares stop I'll appreciate how soft my skin is!

Mx




-- Posted from Miranda's iPhone