Blonde Cleopatra WORKS it at The Ten Spot (+ Julyna!)
Have you ever experienced a manicure, a pedicure and a facial – at the exact same time?
Let me tell you dudettes and dudes, it’s like paradiiise, spread out with a butter kniiiife. (That band is Canadian, btw. As a fellow Canuck, I’d try to take some credit for their awesomness if that didn’t mean having to accept responsibility for the bedsore that is Nickelback too…)
Last week, I hit The Ten spot Leslieville Beauty Bar for some much needed “foot un-grossening”, “finger nail prettification” and… a facial (I don’t know enough about facials to make up my own name for them yet).
I’ve been a fan of this joint for years now. Love their fresh visual branding and fun “anti-spa” MO. I remember walking past their Queen Street location before I officially moving to Toronto thinking that someday I’d get my nails done at a hip beauty bar like that. Funny how life turns out, eh?
I’ve been to that location plenty of times (Hi, Queen West!) but this was my first time ever at the Ten Spot East. (LESLIEVILLE is one cute freaking hood by the way.)
But I digress. Back to this pedi-mani-facial thing (aka THE WORKS.)
Unless your aesthetician is Speedy Gonzales or one of the X-Men (in which case, please get at me with the name of your salon cause HOLY HELL THAT WOULD BE COOL), it’s pretty much impossible to get all three of these things done within 60 minutes (problematic for busy cats like me who barely even have THAT much time to spare.).
Thus, more than one expert is needed to get ‘er done. Yes, you need a team of people tending to your tootsies, talons and… face (again, I have no clever words). Here was mine:
Jayna and Tyechia are as sweet and talented as they are pretty. I felt like a modern-day Cleopatra with both of them working on me at once… only blonder, with more computers, less eyeliner and an aversion to marrying my own brother (not judging, but… well, ew.)
I got to the beauty bar around 6:35 and, after a warm greeting from managing director Lisa and the lovely receptionist who’s name I did not catch, I was given a robe and headband to change into.
Personally, I dug the ninja look, but it was no good for my cheveux. Go go gadget, Fivehead!
Picking out a polish colour was no easier than it ever is. Too many polishes, not enough fingernail. Life is full of hardships but we must persevere on, my friends. ‘Tis the Canadian way.
Don’t mind the duckface… ever.
This is where the magic went down. I couldn’t take photos because I was lying back in a green chair blissing oooout, but I did manage to remember a lot of what happened thanks to the ladies walking me through the process and answering all of my ridiculous questions.
There were a LOT of steps to the facial… pre cleanser, cleanser, exfoliation, steamer, extracccctions, post extraction, an eye mask, a hydration mask, collagen mask, toning mist, eye cream, moisturizer… I might be missing some, too.
My skin got the total “superstar treatment” as Tyechia put it. And, as per usual, I got a sweet little Cake flavoured lip balm to take home
What I do remember, clear as day, was the bomb satellite radio station pumping out gem after gem over the speakers – mostly Funk and Motown from the 70s. They told me it was Sirius “old school R&B” (The Groove, maybe?) Exactly my style. Can you think of anything more entertaining to listen to while your face is getting exfoliated than The Commodores’ “Brick House“?
Shake it down, shake it down, shake it down now…
Here are a few more photos I took after the service was complete:
Which design are YOU rocking? (Dear Mom: Please don’t answer that.)