If you know me, you know that I love being pampered as much as the next girl! In fact, earlier this evening Don and I went for a 90 minute massage. We go pretty often. Many would call me spoiled, and I don’t feel bad about it for a minute.
Nails, pedicures, facials…… I’m a regular at pretty much all of them.
So, of course, when I saw an article about the most “out there” spa treatments, I was sucked into reading it stat!
The idea of most of them left me cold (or hot- but not in a good way!) Treatments where they switch from freezing you to heating your body parts with hot volcanic rocks, within moments of one another. People ringing little bells and making noises while you are having a massage. Metal bowls laid on your body, and sound vibrations being used to “calm you.”
Shammans, High Priestess’, detoxifications, Nature bathing, Chakra Clearing, Chants, Bell ringing……… the thrills go on and on.
The one that sounds like pure torture to me are the “silent spas.” Holy shit- people go for 2 to 5 DAYS without anyone talking? I would be out of my fucking MIND with days of total silence. Please, let me give birth to 12 elephants without an epidural before I have to sit around in complete silence! Are these people training to be some sort of monks? And for this people are paying good money? Something is wrong with this scene! THE SOUND OF SILENCE…. A little bit goes a LONG way in my book!
Call me old fashioned, but my idea of pampering is to take my clothes off and have someone massage me. I don’t want Chatty Cathy working on me, but should I want to let her know I’d like a little more pressure, I want to be able to speak up and get it done the way I like it!
Bells ringing, vibrations vibrating, chakras being cleared, water being poured on my head, rattles, wind chimes and other assorted “hocus-pocus” are just not my cup of tea.
Boring. Old fashioned. Dull. Call me what you want, but when I’m being pampered, I prefer things a little more subdued. I don’t feel the need for the Shaman and his dancing band of thieves to show up and set up a show. I think my Chakras are doing, fine, thanks for asking. I’ll keep the bells on the windchimes outdoors.
Give me a quiet room, a little bit of “Origami music” (check out my Origami music side story, which is at the end of this blog) and if we are really going all out- a heated bed, and I’m a pretty darned happy camper. I prefer the “cozy” of a warm massage bed to the extremes of being frozen and heated to excess……
So, as I previously said- Keep the bells, the Shamans, the dings and the dongs, the good vibrations (I’ll keep the vibrating to the privacy of my own bedroom, thank you very much). Just get out the massage oil, a semi dark room, my man on the adjoining massage table, and let’s stick to the basics.
Keep it simple stupid!
If you’d like to read the article and see what you can have done, and where to find it- here goes: Most Out There Spa Treatment
SIDE STORY- As promised………
Now that I mentioned “Origami music” I feel the need to explain. A number of years ago, I owned a gift ware company. When we worked the gift shows, it was damned hard work- on your feet for 8+ hours straight, trying to write as many orders as possible to keep the company profitable. I always took 2 other girlfriends with me to work the markets.
At the LA gift show they had chair massage set up. I told the girls that if we made a certain goal that day, I’d spring for chair massage on our way out. Sure enough, goal achieved we went to get the massage. My friend Kim was one of the hardest working people EVER. Always doing for others, but seldom doing anything for herself…….. So, as we all settle in our chair massage contraptions, and just start to relax, Kim says, in all seriousness…. “This is great, but we need a little of that Origami music.”
HUH? Origami music? What is that, music to fold paper by?
To this day, I can’t hear “massage music” without thinking about it being “Origami music.” Thanks for about 20 years of laughs over that one Kim Hartley!