Last night, the boarding house ran a pamper evening for anyone who needed to de-stress and revive themselves. It involved mixing our own face masks and smoothing the concoction onto our skin, cucumbers on our eyes and a few relaxation exercises.
We had a choice of three different recipes: sugar face scrub, honey-oatmeal mask and tomato-orange-juice mask. Being a victim of oily skin and a person who occasionally gives themself a honey facial, I chose the latter.
Roomie ‘eating’ her face mask – she chose the honey and oatmeal one. It doesn’t look quite so appetising when you put it on your face (and those are my toes):
The only boy who participated:
It’s quite a scary sight…
Me, on the left, applying my gunge:
Notice how much I have on compared to other people. . . visible chunks of tomato sitting on my head! I can’t even distinguish the true shape of my face. Roomie’s cucumber slithering off:
The face mask went on my towel, my hair, my jumper and the floor. What a mess. I definitely felt a difference when I washed it all off: cleaner, firmer, brighter.
(Not quite. . . )
Thank you boarding house. There is a lot to do in the coming weeks:
- Music technical assessments
- Chamber Music Concert – Beethoven is annoyingly difficult to learn
- Oxford Interview(s) 5-7th December
- NYO Principals Day
- Learning new repertoire
- Homework. . .
…and the face mask was a good break!
I have just finished teaching my little pianist. For the last number of weeks she has been nagging me about a Bach piece I suggested would be good fun for her, Menuet in G Major:
Each week, either I would fail to find my own copy of the Anna Magdelena Book at home (I got it when I was 6 and it has evidently been swallowed up by the mass of junk I have in my attic) or her mother wasn’t able to find an edition online. This I imagine would have been very frustrating for her.
Advice to anyone working with enthusiastic young people: don’t say you will give something to them – they won’t forget about it ever. There are moments where I fear it’ll be too difficult; in many ways Bach is the most difficult style of music to play. But can you really say no to a young girl who is so desperate to play their favourite piece of music? (Just to add, the Menuet was my first Bach piece when I was tiny.)
A few weeks ago, I accompanied for her violin exam and she achieved Distinction in her Grade 3! In recognition of her first examination achievement I decided to purchase a brand new copy of the Anna Magdelena Book and start the first couple of bars with her today. Her face lit up immediately. Hm, maybe it’ll be okay to begin the piece after all.
Finishing on another positive: I passed my driving theory! Woo! Happy weekend everybody.