I had a week off recently (which now seems like a lifetime ago) and although I didn’t go on holiday, I hit the ‘pause’ button for some highly prescribed me-time. This called for a proper relaxation, completely switching off and forgetting about work so I booked myself in for a treatment at Clarins’ Skin Spa.
Clarins’ is recognised for its skincare and cosmetics range, but it also has a sterling reputation for face and body treatments in its amazing spa facilities. Previously I had tried a Rebalancing Massage with Relax Essential Oils, which you can read about here. This time I was looking for something just as effective but a totally different experience altogether.
Skimming through the treatments Clarins’ specialises in, my eyes fell on the Melting Honey Stones Massage*. It’s described as a deeply relaxing and uniquely personalised hot stone massage that gently releases tension, soothes aching muscles, eliminates toxins and calms the mind and body. Add to that the use of heat-releasing marble and slate stones, intensified by a melting honey massage gel that’s rich in relaxing aromatic essential oils and I was already floating on a cloud before I had walked into the spa.
Late one afternoon I met my therapist, the truly lovely Charlotte at Clarins’ Skin Spa in Brent Cross, north London. Charlotte is a delicate and beautiful flower. Blonde, petite and softly spoken, she has an aura about her that endears you towards her, yet she is quite the assassin in disguise. Apparently she can make big, burly blokes weep. Well, OK that is an exaggeration but she sure can pulverise the hell out of anyone regardless of shape and size and she’s bloody good at it.
Before Charlotte led me to the treatment room, she explained the course of the treatment I was having. I sort of stopped listening half way because I was too excited and wanted her to get on with it.
Then I was asked to disrobe (not in front of her of course), pop on a flattering pair of paper knickers (Kudos to Charlotte for ignoring the lumpy rump) and slip under some warm, fluffy towels on the heated treatment bed. This part always freaks me out because I feel like I’m against a clock before the therapist returns and I have this fear of being caught mid-way mounting the bed in the most undignified manner. Fortunately I managed to compose myself before Charlotte returned to a dimly lit room.
I was asked if I wanted to feel relaxed or energised after my massage. Since I had no plans but to go home and do as little as possible, I opted for the former.
Charlotte began by applying honey gel to my body in sections to help relax and release tension. My feet, legs, hands, arms, shoulders and décolleté were expertly and harmoniously swept along before Charlotte introduced the hot stones. The temperature was soothing and I could feel the tension slipping away and my body relax as she used her hands and the stones on the soles of my feet, my legs, my hips, the palms of my hands and my back. You forget how neglected your feet and hands are when they are abused the most.
I have no idea how Charlotte was weaving her magic, I only had my sense of touch to go by but it felt like she was conducting a symphony which built up to a mighty crescendo when she got to my hips and lower back. That’s when her assassin side came out. Charlotte pushed and prodded with force to undo the heavy knots. It was a pretty excruciatingly uncomfortable experience as I tried not to clench my fists and tense up (and howl!), but at the same time it was necessary and a clear indication of the tension I carry heavily on my shoulders which travels down and rests literally on my laurels till someone like Charlotte beats it out of me. I sit at my desk for long periods so sadly my posture suffers terribly and it was precisely this that I was being squeezed out of me agonisingly. *sobs*
The entire treatment lasted over an hour, and thankfully it didn’t whizz by and I felt like a huge weight had literally been lifted off me. I wanted this sensation to last for at least six weeks but I knew it would evaporate out of of me by the following Monday when I returned to work. *sobs again*
After, Charlotte gave me some helpful tips (popping a bean bag on each shoulder to keep my posture straight) and recommended some products to continue my treatment.
Their Relax Bath & Shower Concentrate with Essential Oils* (£19) can be poured in the bath or used in the shower to alleviate the aches and invigorate the body. I tend to use this just before I go to bed to help relax me.
The Energizing Emulsion* (£26) is a clever lotion that can be massaged into the feet, legs and thighs at any time of the day.
Finally the Relax Body Treatment Oil* (£39) is a divine cocktail of pure plant extracts including Geranium, Petit Grain, Camomile and Basil to help relieve stress and fatigue whilst soothing and relaxing aching areas like the neck, back and abdomen, which is all three in my case. I keep a bottle on my desk for easy reach when I start to feel the tension creeping up on my shoulders and within seconds I feel the herbal concoction wind me down.
I’m quite the spa queen, having tried a number of treatments and spent time in beautiful spas but not every place achieves the high level of consistency and professionalism as Clarins does. The service is flawless, their treatments are exceptional and you will always leave more than satisfied and wanting to come back again.
The Melting Honey Stone Massage is certainly one treatment I would like to revisit. Then again all the treatments I’ve tried at the hands of Clarins are worth another try. This massage costs £62 for 65 minutes plus a consultation, which equates to less than £1 a minute. I’m definitely going to book myself in for my birthday in December.
To find your nearest Clarins Skin Spa and to book this treatment, or to see what else they offer, visit http://www.clarins.co.uk/spa/spa/.
I don’t do blogger related posts mainly because I have to remember many of my readers aren’t bloggers therefore they won’t necessarily recognise the etiquette or understand what goes on in the blogsphere, but when blogging has smashed into the mainstream and anchorman Jon Snow is reporting on it…
…then it’s time to make an exception.
I’ve been blogging for over five years, which is like 23 cat years, so I can safely comment on how it’s evolved and what off-shoots it’s opened up. Bloggers have really upped the game and some have set trends running. When once upon a time a blog was a personal log, organic, pure and individual, there now is a trail of cliches that have quite frankly been grating on me and it seems the point has got lost along the way.
I’ll cut straight to the chase here: I’ve compiled a top 10 of Blogging/Blogger Annoying Cliches. Maybe I am guilty of one or two, some amuse me but a lot of them just piss me off. So, buckle up and we’ll get this thing rolling…
I do not know where the idea of using a burning scented candle in the background or casually placed on the side of product shots came from but it is extremely annoying. It has to be Diptyque or Neom with the possible exception of Yankee. I got to say something here, Yankee candles are so 1997-2000 for me. (That’s when I used to buy them) Now I’m well and truly over them.
I do not know where the idea of using a
burning scented candleflowers in the foreground of product shots came from but it is extremely annoying. Usually peonies. Maybe some roses. STAPH IT! Please! It detracts from the actual product and for crying out loud, it’s a blog, not Elle Deco or Good Housekeeping.
- Flowery bed sheets or duvets
Still on the floral theme, products are usually laid out on a pretty bed sheet (ideally Cath Kidston). I loathe Cath Kidston. How one grannified design could be milked to death and yet become so lucrative is a mystery to me.
Like reading an Enid Blyton book. I read Enid Blyton when I was nine years old. Lashings and lashings of Ginger Beer. Enough. No one speaks like that.
- Shortening words
This excruiating tendency to shorten words for no logical reason gets on my wick. You know, like ‘gorge(ous)’, ‘incred(ible)’ and ‘beaut(iful)’. Stop bastardizing the English language, it’s boll(ocks).
- The bird’s eye view/magazine spread shot
Is this a case of blurred lines where blogs merge into magazines? The bird’s eye view of looking down on products neatly laid out is a horrendous blogging cliché and everybody and the cat does it. I don’t. Thank God.
- Scattering props in pictures for no given reason
In a similar vein to cliche number 6. I am exhausted from taking photos after two hours and usually all I’ve accomplished are five product shots. It’s a task in itself to get a clear photo with the right lighting, so who has time to sex it up? Wait…wait! I have a job, that’s why I can’t do this.
- Fashion magazines stacked up
In a similar vein to cliches number 6 and 7, using fashion rags like Vogue as props for blog photos. Maybe I should jump on the bandwagon and use my copies of Delicious, Olive and BBC Good Food. They’re better than Vogue by a long shot.
- ‘Drug store’
Slap yourself repeatedly if you do this. Then remind yourself you live in the United Kingdom, not the United States of America where we refer to such retail places as ‘chemists’ (because – duh- they dispense medicine) or by their trade names Superdrug and Boots. Repeat till a little thing called ‘sense’ makes its way in.
Slap yourself repeatedly if you do this. Then remind yourself you live in the United Kingdom, not the United States of America.
OK, I’m done. Here’s a picture of my handsome boy. Don’t any of you dare to use a cat in your blog photos, OK?