What I have been up to–when I’m not writing or planning newsletters or watching Gossip Girl: Ooohing and aaahing over people’s pins on Pinterest.
“Pinterest?” you say.
Yes, Pinterest. It’s like a big wide board where you can pin all the lovely, interesting, and inspiring things you come across on the Internet.
I happened onto it while blog hopping one Sunday while cooped up in the house because of the chickenpox, and it saved my sanity, just when I was about to start scratching my nails onto the walls. (Yes, house arrest can drive you nutty.) I wish we had Pinterest four years ago, when I used to edit these magazines on fashion accessories, garments and textiles, furniture and furnishings, and all other lovely things. With all the research we were doing, there was just so much info overload–and so much inspiration–it was like seventh heaven. If Pinterest were around then, we would have thousands and thousands of boards for everything we came across!
One of my favorite boards contains images of brilliant, funny, and meaningful quotes that I’m sure you would love as well.Visit them here, and check out other people’s boards. You’d love the site, I’m sure.
Thanks to @Christine Martinez for that inspiring pin
Over the weekend while recuperating from a bad case of gastroenteritis (something I must have eaten at the office buffet), I found time to catch up on books I started but haven’t had the time to finish.
One of them is Frances Mayes’ Under the Tuscan Sun, which has a back story that I will save for next post, when I have found the archived blog entry somewhere.
I love this book! I love how poetic Mayes sounds even when she’s writing prose. This is the nth time that I’m re-reading the book and I get carried away by her words each time.
Under the Tuscan Sun is the kind of book you’d like to read aloud at 1 a.m., when the entire household is fast asleep.
I don’t usually mark my favorite phrases–I write them down in my Moleskine–but I felt I had to, this time, because I want to go back and read and re-read my favorite lines and feel each word roll out of my tongue when I say them.
Chapter 1 starts out very simply, matter-of-factly, but the sentence reaches out to you, an announcement that, you know, will be life-changing: “I am about to buy a house in a foreign country.”
Each time I read this, I put down the book and I am lost in reverie. I am in Tuscany too.
What every Web worker needs, when the going gets tough, is a short vacation to recharge–or a day at the spa, if one can’t afford to be away for so long.
I had been thinking of going up to Baguio to recharge and actually got my manager’s approval to go, but I decided I couldn’t be away for more than a day, with two freelance projects on my back and a number of sites set to go live this month.
The quick solution? A day at the spa.
I chose Relaksasi this time because it was nearer (compared to the Spa at Greenbelt, where I’m a regular). The woman at the reception suggested the Balinese Boreh massage salt and oil (PhP850), which is good for the muscles (long hours in front of your computer can be bad for the neck and back).
Boreh, according to the Herb Companion, is a Balinese spice body mask that is a popular treatment for fever, headaches, muscle aches, and arthritis. It is also believed to enhance blood circulation and exfoliate and soften the skin.
Prior to the massage, I spent 15 minutes in the 2×3-foot sauna cubicle, which bothered my claustrophobic self. I am used to steaming up at spa rooms, not cubicles, so this was something new. I stayed about 10 minutes and decided I didn’t want to die in there.
Mayden, my masseuse, brought in a tray containing the boreh, oil, lotion, and shower gel (photo above), and mixed them while I watched. It smelled really heavenly.
While it was a full body massage, I noticed that my masseuse took extra time on my legs and back, which was just as well because those areas really needed a lot of loving.
The massage ended with her applying boreh scrub all over my body. It felt as though I had bathed in oil and rolled in sand, but it smelled good so I didn’t complain. After I showered to wash off the boreh paste, my masseuse applied lotion on my legs and arms. My friends all thought I smelled good after.
The verdict on how good the massage is for my body usually happens the morning after. If I wake up with a fever, that means the massage was overdone or wasn’t good for me. If I woke up feeling better, it was a success.
I was feeling wonderful when I got home and climbed into bed, slept 12 hours, and woke up with a spring in my step, ready to take on a full day’s work and more, more projects. All that for P850. And I didn’t have to brave six hours on the bus to Baguio.
Go try it. You won’t only love the massage, but if you’re a tea fanatic like me, the Indonesian green tea they serve is to die for! I had to have two servings.
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You might want to try mixing your own Balinese boreh mask with this recipe from Herb Companion.