I adore anything spa related and, since I’m both frugal and picky about what I use, I’ve gotten very good at making my own products and doing my own stuff at home with good results.
A friend of mine knew this and so I was thrilled to be invited via Facebook to a spa night at her place. I asked what I could bring and looked forward to the evening.
The day of the party was pretty rough. It was cold and the rain was pouring. I had had a rough day at work and my crazed alcoholic roommate was finally moving out (that’s another story). By the time the evening rolled around all I wanted to do was take a hot bath and maybe cry a little from sheer exhaustion. But I rallied. I put on upbeat music, drank a lot of coffee, and walked the block to my friend’s place.
When I got there I was greeted by a stranger who handed me a washcloth and a tube of facial cleanser and told me to go and wash my face. Erm ok? She followed me into the bathroom and instructed me to use product after product. I’ve got extremely sensitive skin that’s prone to as severe as second degree rosacea if I’m not careful and so I declined a few of the harsher looking products to her chagrin.
I finally was able to join everyone in the living room and I realized that the pushy product girl was there to host a skincare home party. We weren’t just going to sit around doing face masks and chattering. We were there to buy things. The pressure to buy was absurd. I do sales for a living and I would never dream of being so pushy. One girl managed to say no and the product pusher actually encouraged the rest of us to help talk her into buying “at least something”. I bought a jar of moisturizer because I was assured that it was great for sensitive skin and that I’d notice my rosacea clearing up and because I didn’t have the energy to muster my polite spine. It actually made it worse and I realized later that it actually had a lot of irritants. Now I’m pretty reserved when it comes to party invites because I’d like to feel like I’m wanted for my company instead of my money. 0902-14
About 15 years I hosted a true “spa party” for my friends which consisted of an evening of us “girls” enjoying some finger foods, drinks, and helping each other with updating our make-up. It was billed as a low key, “have fun” evening together. One friend asked if she could invite two of her friends to come with her and being a “more is merrier” kind of person, I said, “Yes”. It turns out her “friends” were two salespeople with a major home party sales company for cosmetics. The first hint was they arrived far too nicely dressed for my very casual affair and while I was distracted in the kitchen prepping food, I discovered they had set up shop in my living room. The tension level among my guests was high because it appeared I had invited them under false pretenses to attend a high pressure sales party for make-up. I had to inform the sales people that they had been invited to come into my house as guests to *my* party and not to sell their products. They were welcome to stay and enjoy the hospitality but their products needed to be packed up. Yes, it was an awkward scene because I have no doubt they were told by our mutual “friend” that this was a product sales party.