Spa loving.

On January 1st of this year I woke up with a yearning to be touched by anybody other than my husband. As ridiculously obnoxious as that sounds, I needed some nurturing and relaxation away from home, nappies, the office or friends. So I booked myself a massage with a spa just up the road for the first time in over 18 months. Well, to be exact, for the first time since our honeymoon in Seychelles, so you can imagine how much I felt I needed a massage. Having babies is expensive so I’d put it off for far too long, even though Jon periodically nudged me to just go for it (mostly, I suspect, to get out of having to massage my neck himself).

After a few phone calls to a few places I finally got through to a spa nearby that could fit me in immediately. I didn’t want to wait a day, see, because 18 months is a hell of a long enough time to wait already for a massage and now that my mind was made up, it needed to happen right then or it never would. Off I went, excitedly throwing the baby over to Jon with barely a “toodaloo”. In my rush to leave the house, I was confused about the car door not opening until I realised I hadn’t brought the car keys or my wallet and also I’d forgotten to put on shoes.

Once at the spa, I faced one let-down after another. I won’t go into detail here, because I wrote a very long and wordy feedback post to them on their Facebook page inbox and (credit where it’s due) they have since contacted me asking me to come back for another chance. So that’s not actually the point I’m trying to make. My point is that my body needed loving, and despite booking a session myself, I was bitterly disappointed and came home sadder than when I’d left, with a stiff left shoulder to boot and still no relaxation.

It just happens that sometimes the universes align and a light bulb went off in my head: I work in the hospitality industry, dummy, with some of the most beautiful properties in the world. One of those properties happened to be on my radar for needing some content and exposure and so I arranged a spa experience with a few girls I know in the online world. We all met on Friday morning for some brunch at Sandton Sun and then went up to their spa afterwards for the January Spoil offer called “Rest and Reflect”. Holy moly on toast.

Disclaimer: that is not me. I could never look this glam. But this is what the spa reception looks like. How gorgeous?!

Disclaimer: that is not me. I could never look this glam. But this is what the spa reception looks like. How gorgeous?

The divine therapist named Shantha, who has hands so delicate and a presence so calming and serene, I fully expected her to lean over and give me a kiss on the cheek at one point, she was that loving and nurturing. After chatting to her for a bit I learned that she had been in the spa for nine years and it was evident. She spoke in all the right places, kept to herself when necessary, soothed my skin and melted my tension. As hippie-dippy as this sounds, I feel like she soothed my soul. I’m still floating – three days later. If you ever read this, Shantha, thank you. I cannot tell you what peace you gave me for those stunning two and a half hours. As a new mom who is beyond tired all the time, my weary bones feel lighter and my footsteps have a bit of a pep again.

If ever you really want to spoil yourself and you’re looking for a place that is guaranteed to be worth the money, I highly recommend the Sandton Sun Spa. It’s just on another level, truly.

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[Disclaimer: this is not a sponsored post. I genuinely felt the need to write about this experience and give you a heads up that heaven really is within our grips, and it’s located right here in Sandton]


  1. Gwen says:

    What a lovely way to spend your time. Glad you had such amazing treatment from someone who seems to love her job. And the Spa looks exactly like the Therapist made you feel. That is called service.

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