When one has a facial, as I was extraordinarily lucky and able to enjoy yesterday at the La Prairie beauty room at DJs Elizabeth St store (can't tell you what they were launching til May. But it's FRUITIN' unbelievable, as was my skin/eyes/general sense of happiness and wellbeing, post-treatment) anyway, so the facial, yes, the facial... oh yes, the facial, when one has a facial, one is very, very likely to come out of said facial with facial hair.
Not this brand of facial hair.

The other kind. The kind Steph, the fabulous and always superbly-shod beauty maven of Madison magazine, and I discussed yesterday, the one you pretty much definitely will get whenever you get a facial, anywhere, ever. The one that ultimately ruins your appearance for the rest of the day, or until you wash that sleazy, greasy hair of yours.
Sing if you know the words: Oily roots, misbehaving hair and nasty lankness that WILL NOT GO AWAY, no matter how much emergency blow-drying, hair brushing and strenuous styling you attempt.
I didn't get any facial hair, partly because I had a brilliant, very-precise beautician, Rita, but partly because I know the rules of Facial
Hair Avoidance.
The rules of Facial
Hair Avoidance.
FYI: Your best reactive chance is to spray in dry shampoo and backcomb the
roots a little and force your hair back into a messy, sexy, posh pony,
or use the dry 'poo and then change your part (freshens the hair
immediately).
Your best PROactive chance is to:
Do this: Take a bobby pin and a hair band, and get that hair into a low pony, and get that fringe well, well away.
Say this: "Hiii... um, I've actually got to go to lunch/dinner/a date/a job interview/my wedding after this, and so I was hoping to keep my hair fresh? Is it possible for you to pop a head band on? Thanks sooo much. I really appreciate it. So sorry to be a pain in the ass."
Why you need to say that, and in that kiss-assy way: Most therapists are very good at what they do. They are trained, and they don't like to be told how to do their thing.Which is fair - do they come in and tell you how to taste your ice cream? (Look, I know you're an ice cream taster. Don't be ashamed. It's okay. Your mum told me.)
Most facials involve massage, which invariably means Belinda from Bayside Beauty will lovingly blend beautiful products, usually oils, into your face, chest, neck and possibly even scalp. The scalp means hair, and that you don't want, so tell her. And by doing this in a sweet, non passive-aggressive manner, (watch your tone, sugar: if she thinks your being patronising, you're screwed, Oily McSpoily) she will take extra care to avoid ruining your mop, while still endeavoring to give you the best dingin' hydrating bliss facial you've ever known.
And that's nice, I think.
Of course, if you can book your facial at the end of the day when you can just roll home and not even think about makeup or social activity, more clever you. Ah, yes. The greasiest of hair, and you just don' care.