Last week my glamorous friend Wendy Darling and I had the pleasure of a spa day at Mokara Spa in Omni Dallas. It’s been a hectic, stressful summer for us both and we were desperately in need of some girl time and R&R.
Mokara Spa is inside Omni Dallas and has the most incredible views of downtown Dallas. The relaxation room is right in front of iconic Peggy! What a place to unwind, especially for out of town guests. The relaxation room has fruit, spa water, coffee, tea, and a nut and fruit mix, which Wendy and I were thrilled to see as we both had no time for lunch that day. Bring on the fruit platter!
I chose a massage while Wendy opted for a facial. I had high hopes for the massage the minute I met my massage therapist Brad, who towered over me and had enormous hands. If you have any reservations about a male massage therapist at a reputable spa, don’t. It’s their job and not weird at all. As Brad said, “A body is a body is a body.” It’s not weird, I promise.
The music was soothing and allowed my mind to float away (to my beloved Caribbean, no doubt) and truly relax while my tension melted. Brad used a combination of sweeping strokes and hyper targeted motions to work out my kinks. Even with a broken rib and bruised sternum, I felt no pain during the massage. Brad was careful not to press my back too hard into the table but still managed to work on my trouble areas. I’m a major spa person and have had I’m sure hundreds of massages in my life and I can honestly say that Brad gave me one of the most thoughtful, best massages I’ve had. I felt like he was reading my muscles, aches, and pain like a book and worked attentively to leave my body better than he found it. I felt like I lost ten pounds when I walked out of there knot-free!
After the massage, Wendy and I enjoyed a glass of champagne in the women’s lounge. (And alright, more fruit and nuts.) She was positively glowing after her facial. Her skin looked so happy and radiant and not at all greasy like you so often leave a facial. We then headed to the salon part of Mokara for our pedicures.
The pedicure stations have you facing another sweeping view of the city. We climbed up to our massage chairs (which I actually did not turn on, since I had just stepped out of a massage) after selecting our colors: taupe for Wendy, dark blue for me. The jets create a little hot tub for your tired feet as the technicians prep the area. We each chose the jasmine scented lotion and I watched excitedly as they pulled out sugar scrubs. I just love a good sugar scrub!
The craziest part of the pedicure was the oil-parafin hybrid that was applied and set with booties to soften heels. My heels, by the way, are a mess. The minute I sat down my technician said, “I can tell you’re one of those people who wears really cute shoes that are horrible for you.” Face palm! What can I say? I’m a shoe girl. I do think that even though I love my Sunday pedicure ritual, it’s probably time that I get professional help three or four times a year…and possibly that I should wear more boots in the fall and winter to give my heels a chance to recover.
I will definitely visit Mokara again! The staff was wonderful, the services were memorable, and the views were stunning. Don’t forget to peruse the gift shop before you leave!
Have a lovely weekend,
Disclaimer: We were hosted by Mokara Spa. Opinions are my own. If I don’t like something, I don’t write about it. I only tell you about the best!