Pamper party

I used to wonder  what happens at a pamper party, do women come with their cracked feet, chipped nails and wrinkled faces and after the party they come out looking like cinderellas only without the beautiful dress? Well I was going to find out and when I heard you are supposed to bring your own towel and head band I could just see myself avocado faced, cucumber eyed and sipping on some exotic drink waiting for my massage.

I rocked up an hour before everyone else and judging from the up and down eyeball massage I got from the host when she opened the door I figured I had taken it a bit to the extreme by going with the hobbo look. By the time the actual product demonstration began i had developed serious cold feet because one lady’s story earlier of how she got burnt by a product she thought she should try had made me think twice about applying anything on my face. “Sssssssorry,is it supposed to burn” came a question of one of the ladies hesitantly, “phew” I was thinking to myself as I had decided to skip the facial treatment. The other ladies whose smiles had turned into something that precedes a scream looked as though they had just frozen. It was after the “pamper godmother” explained how when your skin is taking on new minerals it feels a bit funny but it’s a “good itch” she called it, that everyone relaxed .

Though the events that had unfolded at the “pamper palace” were not exactly how I had imagined, it was worth  every minute. Besides dipping our feet in some crystals, rubbing our hands with a heavenly smelling lotion and of course the food  the time spent with my girls just catching up and just being girls made it even more worthwhile. Let the invites keep coming ladies.