Emmaprovement Continues...

As someone who prides herself of having good skin - partly a result of being a ginger child constantly slathered in Factor 50 sunblock - I've never really gone in for the whole facial thing. Why mess with a good thing?

But when our favourite spa launched a new facial treatment and offered us a try, I got curious. Maybe I could make a good thing better? So I headed down and met with Georgia, one of their top facial specialists.

I was feeling a bit smug. Dermatologists stop me on the street. A redhead, without freckles? Remarkable. But when Georgia took a closer look under some high-powered magnifying lights, she frowned. Sure, you can't see it with the naked eye, but I seemingly have broken capillaries (gasp!), some dry patches (no!) and over all my skin is weak. Not unlike my willpower, then.

It seems all my careful sunblock application, Dove soap and dermatological moisturisers (Moisturel, the best) have been a bit like having indulgent, over-protective parents. My skin needed, in Georgia's words, toughening up.

And so she set to work: steaming, cleaning and then applying a selection of vitamin oil applications to "strengthen my epidermis". As someone who hates being touched without first consuming a few bottles of wine, the experience, at first, was a little uncomfortable. But eventually, like most salon regulars, I fell asleep.