The Day I Asked God to Show Me Beauty
So today me and Vanessa woke up super early to go to York Mills and have a facial done at 9am (yay for snow flurries... we arrived there late). Why so far? Because the spa was designed by an award winning interior design company called Burdiflek and the place has won 'Best Spa' for both 2003 and 2004. I wonder who won 2005. Hm. But anyway, it's a gorgeous minimalist space all in white and very geometric in style. Sam is a sucker for beautiful interiors.
Apparently facials are supposed to be relaxing but I kind of despise it at the same time. It's like a dental appointment with less noisy instruments. And I hate snobby estheticians.
So anyway we had to fill out this sheet that basically requests to know what your skin type is and any allergies you have and then they place you in some room and turn on this blindingly bright white light to examine your skin.
I feel like I was being looked under a microscope- it was the most uncomfortable thing ever.
"You have sensitive skin." says the esthetician. How did she know that?
She put a hot towel on my face to open up the pores and it burned. All I could think about was Gollum shrieking at Sam to let him go from the rope It burnsss us! It burns!
The worst part was the extraction part where they take out all the bacteria and buildup with this needle like thing.. kind of like what the dentist uses to pick and scratch at your teeth that makes your gums bleed. Omg, my eyes started tearing. Then I felt the right side of my nose throbbing. Great I didn't take Reactin this morning. My esthetician sounded alarmed when she muttered some uncomprehendable European language. She asked me if I get hives, and I said yes. Like that time they made me wax my eyebrows and after a minute, it looked like I had a sunburn around my eyes (like a reverse sunglass tan!). Yeah she also gave me the typical lecture of what I do wrong in cleaning my skin after picking apart my daily routine. 'Use toner after you wash your face' Uh huh. 'Moisturize your neck' ok.... but ew that would get onto my scarves.
They always put on some classical music to soothe you but I can never relax. I don't know. It's probably because I'm worried about what's going on in their head.
Anyway in the end, one questions why I even bother in the first place. Number One: it does help a lot (if you go once a month.. but no can do on that one) and my skin feels soft and smooth temporarily until I wash my face in ten minutes, Number Two: it's a nice way to hang out with a friend who shares similiar interests, Number Three: it gives me an excuse to see some really nice interiors. :P
Beyond that, last night I asked God to show me beauty- beauty that He created to captivate, inspire and draw us in to him. Not just anything for anybody, but something unique and special for me.
Well the next day we got snow flurries but that was for the whole of Toronto. Then we got a clear blue sky. These two things I had written about in my previous post of the two things I love in life. Then I saw these statuesque pink clouds rise above like a wall in the sky. But they weren't just for me either, they were for most of the people who were out driving.
It came to me in a form of a tree. The tree in our backyard, because of the snow flurries and the sun warming the snowflakes up, had turned the water into icicles and water beads. At around 4, when I went downstairs to make brownies (which sucked.. they turned out like cake rather than fudgey) the sun was low in the sky yet high enough to peak through the neighbouring trees. And it was wonderful. It was like a Christmas tree dressed up in glass and crystal, sparkling in the glow of the sunlight- each sliver of ice and icicle illuminating against the white snow and the dark, rugged bark of the tree. Snow particles were blowing lightly across, carried by the wind: my confetti.
I ended up leaving the chocolate and butter to melt in the pot and went outside to take pictures, freezing one of my hands off. Upon examining the branches closer, I noticed that deep red buds had sprouted from the tree which probably came due to the warm weather we had.
I guess to some, asking for beauty is a silly little thing to ask. Why not ask God for a miracle?? But for me, and I can say for many, draw close to God when we see the world that he had created for us. We're inspired purely by the sheer beauty of his works. And it doesn't help that I'm an artist either. :P
Apparently facials are supposed to be relaxing but I kind of despise it at the same time. It's like a dental appointment with less noisy instruments. And I hate snobby estheticians.
So anyway we had to fill out this sheet that basically requests to know what your skin type is and any allergies you have and then they place you in some room and turn on this blindingly bright white light to examine your skin.
I feel like I was being looked under a microscope- it was the most uncomfortable thing ever.
"You have sensitive skin." says the esthetician. How did she know that?
She put a hot towel on my face to open up the pores and it burned. All I could think about was Gollum shrieking at Sam to let him go from the rope It burnsss us! It burns!
The worst part was the extraction part where they take out all the bacteria and buildup with this needle like thing.. kind of like what the dentist uses to pick and scratch at your teeth that makes your gums bleed. Omg, my eyes started tearing. Then I felt the right side of my nose throbbing. Great I didn't take Reactin this morning. My esthetician sounded alarmed when she muttered some uncomprehendable European language. She asked me if I get hives, and I said yes. Like that time they made me wax my eyebrows and after a minute, it looked like I had a sunburn around my eyes (like a reverse sunglass tan!). Yeah she also gave me the typical lecture of what I do wrong in cleaning my skin after picking apart my daily routine. 'Use toner after you wash your face' Uh huh. 'Moisturize your neck' ok.... but ew that would get onto my scarves.
They always put on some classical music to soothe you but I can never relax. I don't know. It's probably because I'm worried about what's going on in their head.
Anyway in the end, one questions why I even bother in the first place. Number One: it does help a lot (if you go once a month.. but no can do on that one) and my skin feels soft and smooth temporarily until I wash my face in ten minutes, Number Two: it's a nice way to hang out with a friend who shares similiar interests, Number Three: it gives me an excuse to see some really nice interiors. :P
Beyond that, last night I asked God to show me beauty- beauty that He created to captivate, inspire and draw us in to him. Not just anything for anybody, but something unique and special for me.
Well the next day we got snow flurries but that was for the whole of Toronto. Then we got a clear blue sky. These two things I had written about in my previous post of the two things I love in life. Then I saw these statuesque pink clouds rise above like a wall in the sky. But they weren't just for me either, they were for most of the people who were out driving.
It came to me in a form of a tree. The tree in our backyard, because of the snow flurries and the sun warming the snowflakes up, had turned the water into icicles and water beads. At around 4, when I went downstairs to make brownies (which sucked.. they turned out like cake rather than fudgey) the sun was low in the sky yet high enough to peak through the neighbouring trees. And it was wonderful. It was like a Christmas tree dressed up in glass and crystal, sparkling in the glow of the sunlight- each sliver of ice and icicle illuminating against the white snow and the dark, rugged bark of the tree. Snow particles were blowing lightly across, carried by the wind: my confetti.
I ended up leaving the chocolate and butter to melt in the pot and went outside to take pictures, freezing one of my hands off. Upon examining the branches closer, I noticed that deep red buds had sprouted from the tree which probably came due to the warm weather we had.
I guess to some, asking for beauty is a silly little thing to ask. Why not ask God for a miracle?? But for me, and I can say for many, draw close to God when we see the world that he had created for us. We're inspired purely by the sheer beauty of his works. And it doesn't help that I'm an artist either. :P
2 Comments:
cool story!
..and you typed all of that with just one hand!
har har.. aren't you so funny. :P
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