Charmed Life
The other day my friend Catharine and I treated ourselves to a spa day (half-price, compliments of Living Social) at Bee Beautiful, a charming and friendly green salon in Hunt Valley. We each had a massage. And then, we each had a facial, which, as it turns out, was extraordinary for one simple reason: the facialist brushed our hair!
At first I was a little surprised when I felt her tugging off my ponytail holder. But then I settled in, and as she brushed my hair back from my forehead, my nerve endings tingled with pleasure. And, even more powerfully, her simple act of brushing my hair triggered a boatload of sense memories, memories of having my hair brushed by my mother and grandmother; memories of sleepovers where we’d do and redo each others’ hair into the wee hours of the night.
There’s something primal for women about having their hair brushed—even for a curly girl like me, who NEVER brushes her hair. It is synonymous with being taken care of. I now think hair-brushing should be part of all spa services!
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