This was supposed to be a blog about extracting every ounce of pleasure from life, but it seems to be, in fact, largely a dream journal with notes on baking, Trader Joe's, and celebrity chefs.
Saturday, April 12, 2008
Today, I got my second-ever facial. I love facials. Love, love, love. My skin feels so happy and healthy, much more elastic. I get terribly dry skin, and it can feel like I'm wearing an uncomfortably tight, scratchy sweater on my face. But the aesthetician knows just how to peel off the scratchy layer, ever so gently, and then apply layers of soothing, cooling moisture. Ah, renewed.