Come on the Go!

I'm down with aesticians. Getting a good glycolic-peel facial is pretty much skin care Nirvana - I could get a facial every day and love each one as much as the last. In fact, facials are what got me addicted to the whole day spa thing.

I'm waxing poetic about facial places, 'cause I found that I totally dig (and I'm picky about my skin care). Located at 9 Maiden Lane in San Francisco, the people at Bella Pelle (Italian for "beautiful skin") are good. I mean really, really good. Here's why:

It was my birthday. Unfortunately, I also had to catch a flight to SF - which meant getting up at the godawful time of 4am. I. Looked. Like. Hell. The kind of hell that doesn't get any better without divine intervention. The kind of hell that makes small children run, and cute boys call you "ma'am." What's worse, my birthday party was later that evening. I couldn't look like hell during my own party!

I was a little freaked about trying Belle Pelle on such a big day. How many times have you walked out of a facial blotchy and red? Yeah. Exactly. But I had to do something. I was willing to take a chance on blotchy if there could be some slight improvement. Somehow.

After explaining to the very knowledgeable aestician about my birthday party she suggested we forgo the extractions (yay!). Instead, she gave me a fantastic gentle fruit peel which offered all of the peeling power and none of the redness. Plus she used a super-hyrading mask to plump up what the plane sucked out. She even dyed my eyebrows, which was a treat for this super-blonde chick.

I looked great. I really did. In fact, I still haven't found a facial place that I love as much as Bella Pelle. I'm plotting ways to go on SF business trips. They were that good.