Monday, March 30
I mentioned a few weeks ago that I've been taking ballet lessons. Well, in addition to that I've also been taking yoga and belly dance lessons from a Russian woman in my knitting group. She's also branching out into cosmetology and today she gave me a facial. Well, not a facial, but a face massage. Using olive oil... my olive oil. It felt great, but was a really bizarre experience. The smells of the strong olive (because of course, I only eat very strong, fruity olive oil), the slippery, the fear that my pillow case is now stained with oil... anyone know how to get oil out of laundry???