Massaged, Facialed, Pedicured... Oh, My!!

I just got finished enjoying a spa day with mi hermana (my sistah). We went to Santa Fe Day Spa in Birmingham, Alabama and got the treatment, I tell you. It was HEAVEN.

Let me back up a little. After having lunch with my husband, my sister and I went to Scrap, Etc. in the Patton Creek area of the Galleria. I had a blast in there, picking out some new Basic Grey papers (Fruitcake and Dasher!) I fondled it and drooled over it and loved it and bought way too much of it. I can't wait to get home and use it!

Okay, back to the spa. I got a deep cleansing facial from Tiffany (loved it). She extracted the blackheads from my pores and gave me the skin of a 15 year-old. I am determined to find a good place at home to get a monthly facial. I'm also going to find the moisturizer Tiffany recommended and buy stock in it. It was "alishus" (as my kids say...)

After the facial Tiffany took me to a locker to store my stuff and told me she was taking me to see Matt for my massage.

Wha? Huh? I didn't know there were girls named Matt.

See, my sistah had booked us with female masseuses (maseese? I dunno...) I've never had a massage from a man that had not previously impregnated me. Weird.

I said, "Um, I thought I was getting a female masseuse?" Tiff said, "Oh, well, she's overbooked."

So, Magic Fingers Matt it was.

I put on my iPod and pretended he was a woman with man hands. It wasn't too bad. I got through it. Though, in retrospect, I might've made a different underwear selection if I'd known Magic Matt was going to be touching my thighs. Instead of purple gingham cotton I might have selected something... um, well, less Mom-like. (Do I own anything like that?)

Note to self: bring SexyBack to the undies drawer upon returning home...

After Magic Matt finished rubbing on me it was time for my pedicure. And this weren't just ANY pedi. 'Twas a SPA pedi.

That means they put your feet in a soapy whirlpool and you sit in a chair that vibrates. NIIIIIIIIIICE.

Except the girl didn't get that I was trying to read a magazine. She kept talking to me. The worst part was when she told me I have viral warts on my feet.

LURVLY. That's exactly what a girl wants to hear. Viral warts.

Apparently, I can get them lanced at my family MD's office. But the pedi girl can't scrub on them.

Understandable.

And after all the spa loveliness my non-scrappin' sistah even acquiesced when I asked to go by Hobby Lobby. I bought some Basic Grey ribbon. I was happy.

Scrap store, spa treatments and Basic Grey ribbon.

It was a good day.