touch me, steam me, masque me
So before my checking account imploded due to reckless personal spending, I had the privilege of getting a facial at The Aveda Institute. This was, without a doubt, the most sensual experience of my life that didn’t involve sex.
Now, you’re probably thinking “TMI”, but I say it’s all in the details: the quiet ante-room where you sip mint tea whilst waiting for your facialist. The maze of billowing hospital curtains as your facialist leads you to a massage table. The scented oils you inhale while soaking your feet in warm, soapy water. The hand and foot massages you get from your facialist as your face is covered in one masque and then another. The soothing music, and the even more soothing whisper of your facialist who extracts that crap from the clogged pores on your nose much better than any pore strip ever could. And then, just when you think it couldn’t get any better, a head, neck, and shoulder massage.
The best part is that this hour of pampering costs a mere $40. Why so low? Your facialist will be a student at The Aveda Institute, and will have not graduated to a professional salon with professional prices. Not to worry, though — instructors are always on-hand to, um, lend a hand, if needed.
The Institute offers other services as well, such as makeup and hairstyling (all services are listed on-line at http://www.avedainstitutechicago.com/services.html). I’ve had my hair and makeup done for a friend’s wedding, and I do recommend that as well (though you don’t get a scalp massage with an updo — I checked).
Book on-line at http://www.avedainstitutechicago.com/appointmentrequests.jsp, though I recommend making one by phone at 800-216-1950.