Sod Fragrance week, I’ll come back to it, honest. Between being manically busy and spending most of yesterday with a bucket on my head to block out the light (migraine) the past five days haven’t felt especially beautiful or fragrant.
So instead of whining and bitching, let me take you back. Back to a time when the sun was shining, children romped gaily and I skipped happily through the streets of Manhattan. That was the summer we went to Kellerman’s. I mean, that was last Friday when I went back to the Clarins Skin Spa for my Maximum Moisture treatment.
For some reason, I decided to walk from my 53rd street office up to Clarins’ 81st street spa. In 90 degree heat. At midday. But as soon as I heaved my sweaty mess of a self inside, I felt better almost immediately, and by the time I was being led upstairs by serenity personified (aka Elaina) I was this close to having a little nap on the treatment table. As with the awesome radiance boosting facial I had a couple of weeks ago, Elaina explained exactly what she would be doing, what products she would be using and how the treatment would benefit my skin. Then she turned down the lights, turned up the music and somewhere inbetween, I zoned out for a straight hour.
By the time my treatment was done, my head was fuzzy, my skin was soft and I’d somehow lost the use of my legs. Honestly, it made me consider getting a prescription drug habit – I imagine I felt the same as all those fifties housewives we’ve all enjoyed so much on the teevs.
Anyway, to wrap this up – Everything Clarins = awesome. My skin was softer than a baby’s. It was like you taken the softness from ten babies, half a dozen kittens and a very expensive cashmere sweater, squeezed it all out and smothered it all over my body. Of course, I went straight out with a bunch of girls and giggled at sailors (Fleet Week!) so no one got to enjoy the benefit of my said silky soft skin but me. But sometimes dear hearts, that’s enough.
And sometimes it’s not. WHERE ARE THE BOYS?