by Kristen Bagwell
Saturday was the best "me" day that I've had in a long time. Fun with the tinys in the morning, a lovely afternoon at the spa, and a big fat date night with the hubs that evening. (Thank you Rob and Nana!) During all that relaxation, I learned something new...and boy, do I mean new.
I am completely and fully relaxed while Heather M. takes care of business, spa-style. "So what were you thinking today?" she asks...graciously, given that we're discussing my bikini wax...and I reply "well, I was just thinking the usual, normal, as-long-as-it-all-looks-good-in-a-bikini type service. But I don't know what's trendy, so, fill me in."
I realized in that moment that I love this woman because she says, stirring the wax pot, "well, it's your va____ so of course, we'll do whatever you want. But if you wanted to be creative, I can tell you about x, y, and z....or we could go all va-jazzle for your date night tonight."
"Va...wahht?" I croak.
"You know, va-jazzle. You've heard of that, right?" Heather replies.
Honestly, at this point I can't even find words. I keep thinking of acid-washed jeans with sparkles crimped on to the back pockets, or backpacks with names spelled out in jewels, or t-shirts with glittery hearts and bears...oh-my-word. "Jazzled...like...be-dazzled?" I ask. "Seriously?"
"You would not believe how many of these we did around Valentines Day," says Heather casually. Evidently, the aesthetician just applies a few sparkles - in this case, Swarovski crystals - around the...well, you know. From the belly button down, there's apparently a show to be had. How about that.
Of course, as soon as I was through with my glorious and relaxing visit, I immediately called my older sister. She lives in a place where there is as much Klass as class, so i wondered if she'd heard of this new-style beauty regimen. "Va...wait, what?" she sputtered when I asked her about it. (I KNEW IT.) We then talked "what if" and both came to the same conclusion: any "fun" that we could hope for with the "jazzle" would be offset by the time required convincing our husbands that we were not, in fact, having an affair, and this was all good fun for his own enjoyment. Huh.
Nice to know that I have options, no matter how..um...unique. Makes for a fun girls night conversation, no?