In this economy we are all trying to spend less and save more.
BUT DON'T FORGET:
To take care of yourself.
To remind others to take care of you.
That eyebrows and bikini lines get unruly without maintenance.
That the economy will turn around, and when it does you'll be glad you didn't neglect your skin and body.
Happy New Year from Jennifer Muscatel McLeod & Sugar & Swank!
2008 was a wonderful year, both personally and professionally.
In July, on the Prime Meridian, my boyfriend asked me to "spend the rest of time" with him. Surrounded by our three children, close family and friends, we married on Thanksgiving weekend in an intimate, romantic and meaningful ceremony.
I also found a harmonious home for Sugar & Swank at Harmony Day Spa on Mercer Island. I encourage you to visit. It is calm, quaint and cozy.
I hope 2009 proves to be as fruitful a year as 2008. I wish the same for you, as well! In fact, with that in mind, Sugar & Swank would like to introduce the Punchcard Promotion!
THE PUNCHCARD PROMOTION
Clients often jokingly ask me if I can magically make their wrinkles disappear. I have no magic wand, but you do. It is called consistency. You see, the more consistently you get facials or peels, the more dramatic and significant the results will be. However, since affordability often gets in the way of consistency, Sugar & Swank has a proposition.
BUY A SERIES OF 6 FACIALS OR PEELS AND PAY JUST $55 PER APPOINTMENT INSTEAD OF THE REGULAR $90 FEE
In other words, for just $330 instead of $540 you can finally give those wrinkles and lines a good fight. Or really focus on eliminating your acne. Not much to battle? Use this opportunity to nurture your skin and prevent future damage.
WAXING, YES! FACIALS NOT SO MUCH.
Are you less likely to facial and more likely to wax? If so, there's a promotion for you, as well. Buy a brow wax a month for a year for just $120. That's $10/wax instead of $20. Add a lip wax a month for $7/month instead of $15. Wax other areas of your body? Contact Sugar & Swank to discuss an individual pricing plan.
jennifer@besugarandswank.com
www.besugarandswank.com
206-351-3213
I'm not gonna lie, at first the idea of performing a Brazilian Wax on someone is kinda scary. I mean, come on! Things are delicate "down there." But the more I do, the more I absolutely love it! I've been told I make a painful situation rather pleasant. More importantly, I make it quick! And I am a perfectionist about making sure to get all the hairs. So if you are looking to get Brazilian and live near Seattle, Bellevue or Mercer Island, give me a call! I'd love to have the chance to take care of you!
Best results are found when the hair is at least 1/4 inch long. And if you're going somewhere tropical be sure to book your appointment a few days before leaving because it is not safe to swim in the ocean for about 3 days after waxing.
By the way, I wax all the other less tender regions, as well! Brows, lips, face, arms, legs, etc.
Check out my website for more information. www.besugarandswank.com.
Jennifer Muscatel
206-351-3213
jennifer@besugarandswank.com
I hate my new haircut (see How Far Would You Go) but it isn't Holly's fault. It is mine. Instead of just letting her do her thing I made suggestions and requests. And she listened and followed them! And I got just exactly what I asked for! And I hate it.
So I'm challenging myself to not get a haircut again until my November 29th wedding. This might sound easy to some. OK, most. But it won't be easy for me. I get my haircut every 3 to 4 weeks!
I think I can, I think I can, I think I can.
Here's the FIRST THING that came up when I Googled Sarah Palin, McCain's running mate: "I am pro-life and I believe that marriage should only be between and man and a woman."
Just wondering . . . Are the choices people make with regards to their own bodies and homes any of her business?
The smell of fake doggy peanut butter Cheez Whiz smothering the bag full of $73 in doggy bones we had just purchased (see $73 in Dog Bones Later) must have awakened our appetites because suddenly my son and I are very hungry. We decide to eat at The Sawmill Cafe - a mix between Denny's and Applebee's. (Every time I would think, "I'd better not order the fish here!" I would see something, like the cozy stone fireplace, and change my mind - thus my combined Denny's/Applebee's official rating.)
Lucky for us we managed to hit The Early Bird Hour. Our presence forcefully plummeted the average mean age down about 60 years. "This is just like the dining room at Great-Grandma's retirement home!" my son exclaimed. Oh yes, lots and lots of walkers, oxygen tanks and hearing aids were out on display. No surprise though that said hearing aids weren't turned on. They never are. Just like walkers are usually carried rather than, well, walked with.
Neither of us mind dinner with the elderly. We are actually quite familiar with it due to, as my son pointed out, dinner at my grandma's. But the conversation at The Summit is usually fairly dignified whereas out at Mill Creek's Sawmill it seemed nothing but.
As I helped my son find hidden words in the word search puzzle provided by our adorable waitress, I started getting a headache listening to the woman at the table closest to us converse with her husband in the most grating, loud voice ever. And I use converse loosely because she was fully in charge of the discussion and he was allowed only a few grunts here and there.
You know that statistic everyone quotes these days about how women speak 20,000 words a day while men only speak 7,000? Turns out that statistic isn't true (See for yourself at http//itre.cis.upenn.edu/~myl/languagelog/archives/003420.html) but whomever came up with it must have been friends with or counseled this couple.
Anyway . . . Yes, she was bugging me. No, not to the point where I needed to complain. I wouldn't have turned down some Advil to dull the pain in my temples though. I couldn't help but listen to her drone on about Sally's "loser" son who really is "such a loser." Apparently he is living in Sally's basement because he lost his job, is getting divorced and he really has no choice ever since they AMPUTATED HIS FOOT.
Come on! It is a restaurant. Talking loudly about foot amputation is NOT ACCEPTABLE. I can handle a lot (Have you ever heard the story of how I met my tapeworm, Fettucini, face-to-face?) but that pushed even my limit.
Thankfully, after arguing over the check with the aforementioned adorable waitress (The issue was simple: She'd brought them the wrong check and they were insisting she void the erroneous charges from their card. "Gladly," she kept telling them. "But there's nothing to void as you haven't given me a credit card yet."
Did you read that clearly? She had had yet to see their credit card so what charges did they want her to remove?
Thankfully, they slowly but surely carried their walkers out to their Buick, threw them in the trunk and drove off - on the wrong side of the road for as far as my eye could see.
My food was really good - when I re-heated it the next day for lunch.
After getting my "Artichoke" (see "How Far Would You Go?") my son and I wandered into one of those new, chic pet boutiques. (That rhymes.) We have a puppy who prefers to chew on our hands over ANYTHING else, so we thought we'd see if we could find him some more appetizing options because our hands just can't take it anymore.
We bring our enormous selection of bones, chew toys and other nonsense up to the register. My son, trying to help, set a can of peanut butter flavored doggy Cheez Whiz on its side and it rolled off the counter and fell to the ground. Not a big deal, just a broken cap.
The clerk and I make eye contact. Its a draw. But being a polite person who takes responsiblity for her (or her son's) actions I say, "Sorry! We'll buy it anyway." I expect her (because polite business people take responsibility to make their customers - especially those about to spend a large sum of money on dog bones - feel comfortable) to say, "No problem. There's a new one sitting right here." Instead she says, "OK," and proceeds to put a stinky liquid item with a broken cap into my bag.
For any business owners out there, this was not a good response. And I told her so as I signed my $73 receipt.
I know what you're thinking: "Dummy! Why'd you still buy something?"
I know, I know. I could have easily exacted revenge by immediately returning my dog's chewable items, but that would have punished him and my family's hands. I chose to write a blog about their bad service and attitude instead.
So don't buy your pet any luxury supplies at the Mill Creek Town Center.
