The countdown begins, and the silent auction concludes. Â A few folks are caught with pen in hand attempting to outbid the previous offer by a few dollars, but they are denied with gentle reprimands.Â My husband grins and slips a piece of paper into his pocket.
For the past three years my husband has gotten meâ€”at silent auctionâ€”a gift certificate for Martaâ€™s European Skin Care Center.Â The certificate is for a facial that leaves me smiling for days before, and after, the appointment.Â Itâ€™s my yearly slice of self-indulgent heaven.
Marta hails from Budapest, Hungary, and her accent is delightful.Â Upon arrival for my appointment she offers to make me a fresh cup of cappuccino, which unfortunately I canâ€™t accept.Â Coffee and I do not mingle happily.Â She then plies me with chocolates made by a local artisan.Â Well, okay, if you insist!Â Nom, nom, nom.
Iâ€™ve had other facials, but nobody does them like Marta.Â I feel pampered and plumped and relaxed.Â When I reluctantly sit up as our time concludes she claps her hands together and exclaims, â€œGail! You MUST come to the mirror and see how beautiful you look!â€Â I self-consciously peer into the glass and see a woman with glowing skin and oily hair standing at all angles.
Marta hugs me and invites me to come again.Â As long as my husband keeps winning that silent auction bid, I am sooooo there.Â Martaâ€™s facialâ€¦oh the heck yeah.Â The best part of my day.