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Published March 1st 2014
Before Brazilian Butterfly
I've worked every day this week, I absolutely have to go shopping, I need to pick up the kids and my back is aching from the washing that is out of control, so I certainly don't have time to have a massage today… and that's exactly why I really need to have a massage today.
I am taking advantage of the gift voucher I got for my birthday for a full body massage and a pedicure. Very friendly staff greeted me. I felt immediately at ease, which I guess is how I should feel going to a place like this. Despite the fact that I had never met Ellie before, she called me 'darling' and treated me like a long lost friend. Normally this might grate me but for some reason I found it endearing.
Ellie's specialty is refills with Gelish but today she is doing my pedicure. My feet are soaked, toenails clipped, legs exfoliated, heels sanded, legs massaged and toenails painted. Usually I don't like my dry heals being rubbed but the paddle was gentle and effective. The mango and rosehip moisturiser smelt and felt great.
I's a serious job to beautify toenails
My view of the street left no doubt as to how Ellie comes to know all the local news. While getting my pedicure I've found out why Nando's closed down, where the neighbouring Thai restaurant is going, about the price of the delicious fettuccini polo avocado at Le Sera, and that the fruit shop gives free bananas to children as they walk past.
I also found out about the services such lash extensions. I didn't know that they fall out with the natural lashes. I liked the sound of the anti ageing focused treatment that analyse your skin and recommend a program and products.
The Bronzing Butterfly stock products for purchase and run make up classes. For $65 you can find out about what make up suits you and how to apply it. It is all redeemable in products.
Bring on the anti-aging products
The ear candling fascinated me. Apparently this is the best way to clean ears and improves hearing. You can do this at home but it's a two-man job. Ellie told me that someone's got to watch in case your hair catches on fire. I think she was joking when she said if you see smoke, you know you've probably left it too long. This was a loud and clear 'Do not try this at home' message!
There are very few men who go to Bronzing Butterfly but those who do enjoy the solarium, back waxes and one old bloke comes in for toe nail clipping because he can't them reach himself.
There are some local competitors but I am warned to be wary. If you can just walk in and get served it might mean that they don't have many regulars. Some places don't sterilise their equipment and fungus and nicking are common complaints.
In the time that I was enjoying Bronzing Butterfly it was obvious that the customers were regulars and had spent much time and many stories and secrets. The staff all seemed to know the customers by name.
It all starts here
One client came in just to visit with her new baby. Another had obviously been sharing the trials and tribulations of an upcoming wedding, with the staff predicting what other members of the wedding party were likely to do on the wedding day. As one customer left, Megan asked when they were going on holidays.
The next part of my treatment was a full body massage. It was much more relaxing than I had anticipated. The music had been carefully selected. Megan told me that I might fall asleep. I scoffed at the idea. I am an insomniac who needs the perfect conditions to sleep – dark, quiet room, my pillow and the right room temperature so I thought this would never happen. I think I was proved wrong because when she asked me if I had back problems, I think I was dreaming!
In my dream I would have a chauffeur to pick up the kids, a home tutor to mentor them with their homework, a nanny to fold and put away the washing, a chef and a house cleaner. Then I would have enough time to make this indulgent afternoon a regular diary entry… in my dreams.