Water an soap

There are no more half seasons and there are no more soap and water girls. But when I hear the words “soap and water” I remember my grandmother, the smell of lavender talcum powder and that huge Marseille soap that was in the bathroom.

Just to remember how deaf I was even before, in the summer of 2014 I had a strong urticaria all over my body. God if I still think about it I feel like scratching myself. The positive thing is that I went shopping buying T-shirts and dresses only and strictly made of linen or pure cotton … the negative thing was the heat and sweat made me itchy and I was always taking showers, obviously lukewarm.

And so I discovered, thanks to my beautician and friend F., the #biospagel. Then it is not just a bubble bath, but it is so delicate and has a sweet scent that the skin becomes silky.

Since then I have never parted with it. And from this then my mind has spread to the spas, to the face and body treatments that I cannot do. Not so much for a covid emergency but because I haven’t been well in the last period, and then how can I be deaf, all shaky to move?

In reality in my previous routine, many times the lunch break was dedicated to body massage, or facial treatment … .. it was so nice especially in winter to stay warm, while it was raining outside and be pampered … a nice massage, with candles the background music … I had some sleeps not indifferent … that then returning to the studio became complicated. But it was worth it.

In the summer, on the other hand, the massage had the peculiarity of relieving my swollen legs (I was already old before) and in any case of resting.

And now? Oh my God I think that once I put the implant I will be able to do the same things as before … even a massage.

In the meantime, I don’t lose my good habits, I try to take care of myself as I did before … so as not to forget those little gestures and rituals that made me myself.

For example, a nice hot bath with lots of foam, obviously using the #biospagel. How nice to soak and not think about anything … in a quiet way … now I’m not calm, I’m agitated and thoughtful … but in the soap bubble I try to find my moments, to recreate my spaces and my things … make it mine.

I’m not saying to furnish it… ..but almost… who knows I could also become an interior designer….