Electric shocks are usually given the wide berth, but if the prospect of having a face smoother than a baby’s bum with the skin tone of a teenager was attached to the high voltage sign, would you do it?
Of course you would.
Last week I escaped the boys for a couple of hours of R and R at Hotel Missoni.
I was in deep need of spa solitude as the baby’s teething has ramped up, turning him into a round-the-clock pooping machine, and while he blissfully sleeps through the trouser explosion at 3am I’m left clearing up the aftermath. It’s like a night-time stroll around Seafield!
When I got inside the chic spa, kitted out in colourful Missoni style, the beauty therapist popped her head round for my consultation.
Explaining to her that the sleepless night situation was turning my face into a premature Etcha Sketch, she sympathetically told me about a facial that uses electric currents, describing it as being a bit like a gym workout for the skin. I was in at the mention of its lingering effects.
An hour of static stimulation later, I bounced off the masseuse table like Tigger with J Lo’s complexion. I’ve been walking around like an airbrushed version of myself.
Novelty knitwear will be making
an appearance well before Christmas
this season. Chunky jumpers with
weird and wonderful motifs are
about to explode on to the