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Showing posts with label Organic. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Organic. Show all posts

Friday, 30 December 2011

GRATiAE: Manicure in a box... and Organic too!


Every now and then, I stumble across something that I feel I must tell the world about. Yesterday was such a day, and so here I am. As with Kutai Raw Chocolat and Soya Body Bars, I simply must share it.

I made this discovery yesterday morning while browsing Clearwater Mall. You know how it is at this time of year: the malls hire out their extra spaces to stall-holders, who will try to sell all manner of products to unsuspecting by-passers. One needs to maintain absolute focus when passing these stalls, and work very hard at giving the appearance that you are either too busy and important to stop, or that you are the grumpiest human on the earth, and won’t take kindly to being disturbed. I’m usually very good at the latter, having inherited a face from my father, which can look extremely serious when I need it to.

So yesterday, I saw a stall that was obviously selling beauty products of some kind, and I managed to skirt around the stall without being noticed. Phew! Off I went to do my shopping and my browsing, which happened to bring me full circle an hour later to the same spot. This time however, my head was in the clouds, as it so often is, and I found myself staring at a middle-aged man, who was receiving a facial at this beauty stall.

Come on, you would stare too, right? A middle-aged man, having a facial?  Before I knew it, it was too late, and a salesman had descended on me like an eagle on a field mouse with it’s head in the clouds.

“Excuse me,” he called out to me. “May I ask what you use for your….?” I completely missed the last few words, but I suspected he was asking after my skin. My skin hasn’t been in great condition of late – I blame stress and hormones – so I was immediately feeling a little self-conscious. Anyway, I stopped walking. I couldn’t lie to him and say that I don’t have the time for this, and it was too late to apply my grumpiest-human-on-earth expression to scare him off. Besides, I’ve always been a sucker for people with strange accents, and this one sounded mildly French to me.

Darn my curiosity! Darn it, darn it, darn it!

Having asked the salesman to repeat himself, he asked, “What do you use for your…?” Again with that last word… Legs? Did he ask me what I use for my legs?? What on earth is he selling??? He definitely gestured to my legs… Gosh, how do I tell him that I just use whatever lotion I’ve received for Christmas this year? He’ll be mortified I’m sure…
“What do you use for your nails?” He repeated the question, this time taking hold of my hand and inspecting my fingertips closely. 

Oooooh, my nails. I don’t use use anything on my nails, not a single thing. I’m very hard on my hands, so I don’t colour them, not even with clear paint. For the most part, I use nail-clippers on them (How horrifying!) but I have been trying to be more disciplined about using a nail file rather to shape them properly. In all my life, I have had one French manicure, which barely lasted me 24 hours before I chipped it all off. And I’ve had tips applied twice, which both times ended in my nails nearly being buffered right off my fingers when having the tips removed.

I could have rambled off at him with this whole history, but between my legs and my skin I was already feeling like a bit of an ugly duckling, so I just told him I use nothing on my nails.

He asked for twenty seconds of my time, during which time he began to demonstrate how his unique nail buffer block will transform my nails. Now I’ve used nail buffer blocks before, but this gentleman informed me that his blocks are ‘medicated’, and he even ventured to call it ‘a massage for your nails’. I wasn’t quite sold on the idea, and was preparing to make my getaway. However, having noted by my wedding ring that I am married, the salesman asked me how old I am. Not in the least bit offended by this question, and still trying to determine the origins of his accent, I blurted out only too gladly that I’m 27 years old. He looked me up and down, eyes huge, and told me that he thought I was 18 years old.

I’ve often heard it said that flattery will get you anywhere. I can hereby confirm that there is some truth in this statement. I immediately felt only too glad to spend a few more moments with this wonderful stranger, to allow him the time to finish his demonstration and, if he so chooses, throw in another compliment or two.

Darn my vanity! Darn it, darn it, darn it!

In only a few moments, the gentleman had finished buffering my one nail, and he urged me to compare it with my other nails. Woweeee, what a difference! It was as though I’d received a full French manicure in under 30 seconds. So shiny. So pretty. So professional-looking. So shiny…

Must have nail buffer block.
Need it.
Must have it.
Must buy from man with strange accent.
What? Two-for-one special? Buy one, get one free?
Must buy from man with strange accent right now.
Two year guarantee on buffer block?
Must buy nooooooww.




The GRATiAE products, like Kutai Raw Chocolat and Soya Body bars, are organic products. The GRATiAE Beautifying Nail Kit, which is what I purchased (and got one kit for free), contains the following:
  •  A nail file
  • The GRATiAE Cuticle Therapy (cuticle oil)
  • A GRATiAE buffer block (with a two year guarantee)
  • The GRATiAE Hand and Nail cream (apply once a day, and smells absolutely divine!)

In the 2nd Century, a Roman Emperor by the name Hadrian discovered a hidden thermal spring in the mountainous region near the Sea of Galilee in Israel. He found that the spring’s water had rejuvenating qualities, and so he named it after a Roman goddess, Gratiae, goddess of “The Three Graces” – youth, beauty and charm. 


Now, centuries later, theses springs are still being utilized, and science has given us the tools to harness the qualities found in these waters, as well as other resources from the Sea of Galilee. This is the origin of GRATiAE – Israel. And, remarkably enough, the origin of Rave (pronounced Rah-veh), the charming salesman whose accent I mistakenly thought was French. (way off there, sorry Rave)

GRATiAE not only provides nail care products, but also organic skin care products (which, in light of my recently difficult skin, I may just try out). One can read more about GRATiAE on their website: www.gratiae.il. If you’d like to find out more about the GRATiAE stores – in Menlyn and in Sandton – you can send an enquiry to info@nunaturals.co.za.


While it is such a pity that organic products tend to be priced so much higher than other products, there is without a doubt something superior about them. I can’t help but begin to realize that nature really does know best, and to recognize that the Lord has placed so much goodness into this earth, which we are only now learning how to use… and to protect.

Here’s to Orgaaaaaah-nic, fellow inhabitants of this earth – you know how I love it!

Tuesday, 27 September 2011

A Few of My Favourite Things

I believe that there is a song for just about everything. Sometimes it's hard to find the right song that you need for the right moment, and sometimes a flood of songs will rush in and compete for the same. 


Today, the *perfect* song came to me. Most of you will know this from your childhood. It may bring back sweet memories, or you may roll your eyes and scoff at me. Either way, it is today's perfect song...



Today, I found a new favourite thing. It ranks right up there with Kutai Raw Chocolat and My Chemical Romance. Yes, it is that good.

My new favourite thing is Soy Body Bars.


These are bars of cream. Yep, not bars of soap - bars of cream. Kept in a tin, pop it into your handbag, and you've got a mess-free moisturizer on hand. Soy Body Bars are made from soy wax, and enhanced with various other ingredients, depending on which 'flavour' you select. They are organic ("orgaaaaahnic", for those of you who know me) and just divine.

You can order Soy Body Bars - and many other wonderful Soy products - online, or get them from the Bryanston Organic Market on weekends or Thursdays. For instant gratification, I purchased mine from Livingstones Supply Company in Woodmead. Livingstones supplies a wide range of garden and home products - if you have the time, go there to get lost among their shelves for an hour, and pick up a Body Bar on your way out. :-)


So, here's to that perfect song (which is probably now stuck in your head - sorry), and favourite things! 

Peace out.

Sunday, 4 September 2011

Indulgence Alert: Moloko Spa

*Aaaaaahhhh*

That is the sweet sound of relaxation... of stress ebbing from shoulders. My shoulders, to be precise. 

I decided to write today off altogether, and take myself to a spa. I went to the Moloko Spa, which is an organic spa situated at the Strathavon Hotel in Sandton. I booked in for a two hour session, which included a treatment in the rasul chamber, a back massage, an indian head massage and a pressure point foot massage. 

*Aaaaaaahhhh*
Have I mentioned that sound before? 

Here is a picture of a Rasul Chamber, very similar to the one I experienced:



I was somewhat hesitant about the Chamber, having never heard of them before, but it is essentially just a sauna-on-steroids. One is enclosed in the chamber with a towel on which to make oneself comfortable. It's not long before a gurgling and hissing sound fills the room. In virtually no time, the entire chamber is engulfed in thick steam. It gets hotter and hotter and hotter.... Heavenly hot, as far as I'm concerned - I love summer, sunshine, humidity, hot baths, hot showers, hot water bottles, hot cups of coffee, warm hugs, electric blankets, duvets, hot ovens, fireplaces.... You get it, I love heat.
Two minutes into the treatment, my entire body was covered in a smooth sheen of condensed water.
Five minutes into the treatment, it was dripping off me. 
Ten minutes, I could feel my core temperature rising.
Fifteen minutes, the air was becoming thick and laborious to breathe.
Twenty minutes, my eyelids were heavy, muscles relaxed. *happiness*
Twenty-five minutes.... rudely interrupted by a shower of cool water - designed to feel like a light rain, it's purpose is to cool you down, and restore a normal body temperature. Urgh! Cold. 

But overall, what a beautiful experience, and so peaceful! The perfect preparation for a neck, shoulder and back massage, indian head massage, and pressure point foot massage... all of which, was idyllic. Well, mostly idyllic, except for the fact that my therapist - who was lovely in most ways - found a knot in my shoulder muscle that, come hell or high water, she was determined to work out for me. At one point, I was certain that she had resorted to climbing onto my back to do a pirouette on my shoulder. To her credit, she conquered the knot, and I'm sure I'm all the better for it. I think.



In any case, if given an opportunity to return to the Moloko Spa, I would do so in a heartbeat. The atmosphere, the facilities, the level of good old-fashioned TLC... I'm sold. And, of course, the Strathavon Hotel is a short 5 minute drive from Sandton City, which provides the ideal shopping experience to end off such a indulgent day :) 

Bring on Monday morning, I am ready!