I got a new job this week at a beautiful upscale day spa and salon. I love it! The stylists are all very sweet young ladies, and the boss is great. She is the mother of 2 friends of ours, so I figured she would be as nice as they are.
She runs a very tight ship, and the clients are fussed over from the minute they walk in the door, until the go back out. We even serve wine sometimes after noon if they want it.
I got an awful haircut last week, so several of the girls are going to give me a makeover as soon as we have a slow day. I have become slack in keeping up with my appearance for the last few years, but I can't do that here. It actually feels good to put on makeup and do my hair again. Being a massage therapist, I can't, and wouldn't want to use a lot of makeup, because the oil and warm rooms would melt it to a mess, but I am enjoying pampering myself a little.
The only real downside so far is my room is up a very steep flight of steps. The first floor has a small room like a barbershop for clients (men) that don't really want to feel like they are in a salon, then a big salon for the stylists and colorists. There is a big waiting area with a cathedral ceiling and skylights where the nail techs and chair massage area is. You go part way up the steps to a loft like area, where they do manicures and pedicures, then continue up the steps behind a glass wall, to the spa and massage rooms. I have a small fountain, a stained glass lantern, and beautiful candles and candle holders in my massage room. There are no windows, so she had a small mural of a window looking out in to a garden painted on the wall.
I didn't even know there was a place like this in this little dump of a city. I knew it has been there for a long time, but had no idea it was so nice! That year of driving 120 miles a day, studying like a madwoman, and stressing over my license is finally paying off. Life is good!
I can't wait till they get the website up.
She runs a very tight ship, and the clients are fussed over from the minute they walk in the door, until the go back out. We even serve wine sometimes after noon if they want it.
I got an awful haircut last week, so several of the girls are going to give me a makeover as soon as we have a slow day. I have become slack in keeping up with my appearance for the last few years, but I can't do that here. It actually feels good to put on makeup and do my hair again. Being a massage therapist, I can't, and wouldn't want to use a lot of makeup, because the oil and warm rooms would melt it to a mess, but I am enjoying pampering myself a little.
The only real downside so far is my room is up a very steep flight of steps. The first floor has a small room like a barbershop for clients (men) that don't really want to feel like they are in a salon, then a big salon for the stylists and colorists. There is a big waiting area with a cathedral ceiling and skylights where the nail techs and chair massage area is. You go part way up the steps to a loft like area, where they do manicures and pedicures, then continue up the steps behind a glass wall, to the spa and massage rooms. I have a small fountain, a stained glass lantern, and beautiful candles and candle holders in my massage room. There are no windows, so she had a small mural of a window looking out in to a garden painted on the wall.
I didn't even know there was a place like this in this little dump of a city. I knew it has been there for a long time, but had no idea it was so nice! That year of driving 120 miles a day, studying like a madwoman, and stressing over my license is finally paying off. Life is good!
