A sorority of frazzled women, that's what we were. Toenails chipped, cuticles bitten, dead skin clinging like lint to our unexfoliated bodies, eyes puffed up like marshmallows--it wasn't pretty.
Our benefactress offered hope. A Spa Day.
All the women in my family were treated to this indulgence by my sister who is already radiant both inside and out. We were rubbed and scrubbed, wrapped and polished until our inner beauty started to shine through.
Sixteen of us awaited our various treatments in the Relaxation Sanctuary. Therapists called our names and whisked us individually to dimmed rooms, fragranced by eucalyptus and rosemary, where haunting Celtic melodies eased our frantic minds.
One by one we emerged, loosened and untightened so much we felt we would melt. Lunch and group therapy (the old fashioned kind provided by gossipy aunts) followed.
I could actually feel my wrinkles being smoothed away. My heels were soft and my cheeks were glowing. I don't think the valet parking guy even recognized me. The exfoliation process had eliminated layers of skin and I felt several pounds lighter. The Spa Day had done it's magic and I was a new woman...or at least a new version of an old one.