First things first. Man, I love you guys.
Pardon me while I get all shmoopy, but I do.
Thanks to everyone who came out for our open house last week. I worked really hard on my end of things and I hope everyone enjoyed their goodie bags and delicious noms. For those of you who weren't here, my beloved Greg of Fireside Catering whipped up tasty coconut shrimp, a stupidly good bison ribeye crostini with wasabi-blue cheese sauce, and a decadent flatbread pizza with parsely pesto, caramelized onions, roasted tomatoes, and fresh mozzarella.
Yeah. Bet you'll be here next year, won'tcha?
Pardon me while I get all shmoopy, but I do.
Thanks to everyone who came out for our open house last week. I worked really hard on my end of things and I hope everyone enjoyed their goodie bags and delicious noms. For those of you who weren't here, my beloved Greg of Fireside Catering whipped up tasty coconut shrimp, a stupidly good bison ribeye crostini with wasabi-blue cheese sauce, and a decadent flatbread pizza with parsely pesto, caramelized onions, roasted tomatoes, and fresh mozzarella.
Yeah. Bet you'll be here next year, won'tcha?
I have a small confession to make.
I despise Black Friday.
I hate everything it stands for. Not going to go into it, for that way lies much ranting, but yeah. So, I don't do it. I don't buy stuff. I don't sell stuff at Steeply Discounted Prices. I don't even leave the house. On a good day (ie, one with people around), I might make it out my pajamas. Wouldn't count on it, though.
This? Right here? Pretty much sums it up for me:
I despise Black Friday.
I hate everything it stands for. Not going to go into it, for that way lies much ranting, but yeah. So, I don't do it. I don't buy stuff. I don't sell stuff at Steeply Discounted Prices. I don't even leave the house. On a good day (ie, one with people around), I might make it out my pajamas. Wouldn't count on it, though.
This? Right here? Pretty much sums it up for me:
Small Business Saturday, on the other hand? (aka "the day after Black Friday)
Well, yeah. I mean, it doesn't get much smaller than a business of one.
Maybe if . . . no, not going there. Trust me on this one, okay?
ANYWAY.
Gift certificates are available at my website. You can also call, or stop by. Online purchases require Paypal, but I can take credit cards over the phone. In person, I can take cash, check, or credit cards.
For those of you who love a great deal (and missed my open house), I'll swing you the same deal I did then: buy two gift certificates at regular price, get the 3rd at 50% off. This is available ONLY for the next three days--I'll be taking it down on Sunday. Consider it my three days of Thanksgiving.
Well, yeah. I mean, it doesn't get much smaller than a business of one.
Maybe if . . . no, not going there. Trust me on this one, okay?
ANYWAY.
Gift certificates are available at my website. You can also call, or stop by. Online purchases require Paypal, but I can take credit cards over the phone. In person, I can take cash, check, or credit cards.
For those of you who love a great deal (and missed my open house), I'll swing you the same deal I did then: buy two gift certificates at regular price, get the 3rd at 50% off. This is available ONLY for the next three days--I'll be taking it down on Sunday. Consider it my three days of Thanksgiving.
Give someone a massage instead of
just Buying More Crap
One of the nice things about massage is that it helps avoid Buy More Crap syndrome. We're talking about the Unnecessary Crap, the stuff that will wind up cluttering up people's houses with feelings of Impending Guilt should they want to get rid of it. (Omg, I can't get rid of that! Aunt Ingrid gave it to me! Well, yes, I know that bright yellow isn't really my color, but she might come to visit at some point!)
But massage? Hoo boy. Non-alcoholic (okay, some folks might find that a detriment!), non-fattening(no calories whatsoever!), doesn't take up any space, AND is good for you, to boot!
Even better? Just about everybody loves 'em.
Y'know what's even better than that? Gift certificates are completely transferrable.
Know what that means? It means you can totally score well-intentioned gift points with Someone Who Does Not Love Massage, and maybe wind up with it gifted back to you. Please note that this takes skill. DO NOT blame me if your gift recipient starts crowing, waving their arms, and singing "Hallelujah!" upon opening the envelope.
You Have Been Warned.
just Buying More Crap
One of the nice things about massage is that it helps avoid Buy More Crap syndrome. We're talking about the Unnecessary Crap, the stuff that will wind up cluttering up people's houses with feelings of Impending Guilt should they want to get rid of it. (Omg, I can't get rid of that! Aunt Ingrid gave it to me! Well, yes, I know that bright yellow isn't really my color, but she might come to visit at some point!)
But massage? Hoo boy. Non-alcoholic (okay, some folks might find that a detriment!), non-fattening(no calories whatsoever!), doesn't take up any space, AND is good for you, to boot!
Even better? Just about everybody loves 'em.
Y'know what's even better than that? Gift certificates are completely transferrable.
Know what that means? It means you can totally score well-intentioned gift points with Someone Who Does Not Love Massage, and maybe wind up with it gifted back to you. Please note that this takes skill. DO NOT blame me if your gift recipient starts crowing, waving their arms, and singing "Hallelujah!" upon opening the envelope.
You Have Been Warned.
Speaking of awesome stuff . . . It's a wrap!
As most of you know, I grew up in Alaska. I've lived in Colorado for over a decade now, but once an Alaskan . . . well, it's hard to get the permafrost out of your blood.
Many of you know that I started my massage career in the spa industry. It wasn't what I really wanted to do (which is what I'm doing now!), but I've found that I enjoy doing scrubs and wraps and whatnot.
As most of you know, I grew up in Alaska. I've lived in Colorado for over a decade now, but once an Alaskan . . . well, it's hard to get the permafrost out of your blood.
Many of you know that I started my massage career in the spa industry. It wasn't what I really wanted to do (which is what I'm doing now!), but I've found that I enjoy doing scrubs and wraps and whatnot.
Combine the two, and you get . . .
the Ahtna River Glacier Wrap.
The Ahtna River is what Athabaskan natives originally named the Copper River, famed for its bitter cold temperature and salmon runs. I've found a gal who gathers silt from the Ahtna River delta in a socially and environmentally responsible way, and decided to make that the base of a mud wrap. The other ingredients are all Alaskan in nature as well, including raspberry leaf tea, low-bush blueberries I collected a few years ago, and birch bark from a tree in my sister's yard.
Mud wraps have been used around the world for detoxification and drawing out impurities, mainly through the judicious use of heat. This causes the client to sweat profusely, cleansing the body through the skin, our largest organ. To balance out what can be nigh-overwhelming heat, I have added a calming facial massage with chilled marble stones.
For a limited time, I am offering this service at HALF PRICE to the first three people who sign up for it. This is an hour and a half service and normally runs $140; at this advance price, the cost is only $70. You can book online or email me to make sure you're still in that first three people. Or, y'know, you could just go ahead and book and love it.
the Ahtna River Glacier Wrap.
The Ahtna River is what Athabaskan natives originally named the Copper River, famed for its bitter cold temperature and salmon runs. I've found a gal who gathers silt from the Ahtna River delta in a socially and environmentally responsible way, and decided to make that the base of a mud wrap. The other ingredients are all Alaskan in nature as well, including raspberry leaf tea, low-bush blueberries I collected a few years ago, and birch bark from a tree in my sister's yard.
Mud wraps have been used around the world for detoxification and drawing out impurities, mainly through the judicious use of heat. This causes the client to sweat profusely, cleansing the body through the skin, our largest organ. To balance out what can be nigh-overwhelming heat, I have added a calming facial massage with chilled marble stones.
For a limited time, I am offering this service at HALF PRICE to the first three people who sign up for it. This is an hour and a half service and normally runs $140; at this advance price, the cost is only $70. You can book online or email me to make sure you're still in that first three people. Or, y'know, you could just go ahead and book and love it.
Riddle me this!
Okay, so I didn't do it in the last newsletter (sorry, too busy gushing!), but I'm back on the Riddle Me This! wagon now. Last time, I asked where the meniscus was. Answer? In the knee. This time around, it's a little tougher:
What the heck is the medial malleolus?
As always, grab your nearest anatomy book, break out your google-fu, ask your nearest high schooler taking health sciences . . . I don't care! Entries before 11:59 pm on November 30 snag you a chance to win a free half-hour upgrade on a massage!
Think you've got what it takes? Send me an email!
Turkey time!
I think I'm going to go figure out what we're having for Thanksgiving. I'm thinking lamb.
Okay, so I didn't do it in the last newsletter (sorry, too busy gushing!), but I'm back on the Riddle Me This! wagon now. Last time, I asked where the meniscus was. Answer? In the knee. This time around, it's a little tougher:
What the heck is the medial malleolus?
As always, grab your nearest anatomy book, break out your google-fu, ask your nearest high schooler taking health sciences . . . I don't care! Entries before 11:59 pm on November 30 snag you a chance to win a free half-hour upgrade on a massage!
Think you've got what it takes? Send me an email!
Turkey time!
I think I'm going to go figure out what we're having for Thanksgiving. I'm thinking lamb.
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