Butter Me Up

I, Angie Lucas, have had many massages in my day, but I can state unequivocally that May 27 was the first time I’ve ever dozed off on the massage table. Blame it on Janice and the body butter.

Does anyone remember the Seinfeld episode (season 9, episode 1) when Kramer decides to replace his shaving cream with butter because it gives him a smoother shave? He loves how it feels so much that he spreads the butter all over his body and inadvertently starts baking himself in the sun, causing Newman to crave some tender, juicy Kramer turkey? Well my Body Butter Drench experience at the Sego Lily Spa was nothing like that at all.

For one thing, this body butter may have the same consistency as real butter, but it has never had anything to do with a cow. Also, a licensed professional is doing the spreading, throwing in a glorious massage for good measure. And the heat source involved in the treatment is decidedly non-solar and, as such, is guaranteed not to cause tanning, freckling, premature aging, crispy turkey skin, or any number of sun-induced blights. And Kramer will be the absolute furthest thing from your mind, so I’m not even sure why I brought it up.

I’ve long fantasized about what it would feel like to immerse my body into a bathtub filled with cool, whipped (but not melted) butter. Or to swim in a pool full of Jello in its swirly in-between state—not pure liquid, and not quite set. Well, until I’m independently wealthy, neither of these scenarios is likely to take place. But the Body Butter Drench will do quite nicely in the meantime.


Here’s How it Works

You’ll walk through the Sego Lily Spa doors (running late as usual and feeling overwhelmed by a never-ending list of tasks flowing through your head) and enter a blissful oasis. The rooms are cool and darkened. Everyone speaks in hushed voices and they smile kindly when they see you. You’ll be issued a luxurious purple robe and a pair of soothing spa sandals in just your size, and you’ll be encouraged to relax by a crackling fire—partaking of chilled lemon water, assorted teas, and dried fruit mix—until you are summoned for your treatment. You’ll be amazed you’ve never encountered dried kiwi before this day, and you’ll plan on making it a part of your daily diet for the foreseeable future.


At just the right time, Janice [or insert your massage therapist’s name here] will walk in and call you by name. At this point, you can send your brain on vacation, because Janice is in charge of your every move for the next 90 minutes. She’ll tell you to slip beneath the towel on the massage table, and then she’ll start massaging the lightly scented tropical butter into your right foot and up your calf. All capacity for coherent thought will depart immediately. Janice will soon become just a pair of hands, as far as you’re concerned. She won’t speak more than necessary (no grilling you about where you’re from and what you do for a living and do you know so-and-so from Green River?), and when she does speak, her voice will be almost tranquilizing.

Janice will proceed to drench you in butter, one body part at a time, and your skin will drink it in thirstily as though it lives in a dry, desert climate—which it does. Then she’ll wrap you in a cocoon of what feels like wax paper—preserving your modesty all the while—followed by a heavy heat blanket that straps tightly closed. You’re a human butter burrito, and you feel warm and secure and moisturized. (I think this is the point at which I briefly drifted off to sleep.)


While the heat from the blanket opens your pores and encourages the butter to sink deep into your epidermis, Janice will work her magic on your head, shoulders, and face. She’ll then slowly unwrap you—again preserving your modesty—and quietly tell you exactly which appendage to move and when. She’ll even assist you in sitting up so you don’t have to engage your abdominal muscles. That’s what I call service. While you’re emerging from your cocoon (don’t worry, there are no butterfly metaphors on the way), you’ll have a moment of panic because you’re not ready for this to be over. But you can let that go because Janice still has a full-body massage in store for you. Twenty minutes of bliss ensues.

And then, at just the right time, Janice will softly bring you out of your butter-induced coma, issue departing instructions, and say sincerely, “Thank you for allowing me to be a part of your day.” And you’ll think that was just the nicest thing in the world. You’ll stammer back, “You’re welcome” with a dazed, open-mouth grin on your face, because your brain hasn’t quite booted back up again and you honestly think that’s an appropriate response. (If your brain were fully engaged, you’d say, “No, it is I who should thank YOU, kind madam.” And then as a token of your appreciation,  you’d gladly offer up your first-born child, or perhaps your second—whomever is better behaved.)

And, if you’re a scrapbooker, you’ll probably take a few surreptitious pictures on your iPhone while you’re there, and you’ll go home and turn them into a layout. After all, you’ll realize, we document the most exciting, memorable, and celebratory moments of our lives, so why shouldn’t we scrapbook our most relaxing moments, too?


1. Say YES to the Stomach
Janice [or insert your massage therapist’s name here] will ask you if you’d like your stomach massaged. You might be tempted to say no, but I beg you to resist that urge. I’ve never had anything resembling washboard abs, and I can honestly say that in my adult life, only a tiny handful of people have ever laid eyes (let alone hands) on my bare midsection. It is truly my least favorite feature. I know many of you, particularly those who have previously given birth, can relate to feelings of self-consciousness about your abdominal region. But a beautiful thing happens when you say yes to having your stomach massaged. Not only is it surprisingly soothing and relaxing physically, you also get the subtle feeling that this pair of hands is offering you acceptance. You’re okay just as you are, and it feels good.

2. Avail Yourself of the Restroom Facilities Prior to Treatment
The Body Butter Drench lasts 90 wonderful minutes, and massages can have a tendency to kick certain people’s bladders into high gear. As long as you tinkle right before your treatment, you’ll make it through just fine. Also take care to drink no more than your normal amount before the Drench, then load up on all the fluids you want after it’s over.

3. Shower Before Your Drench but NOT After
Plan on squeezing in your daily workout and taking your daily shower prior to your treatment. Trust me, you will not want to wash off (or sweat off) the body butter that has been so painstakingly applied. You’ll want to luxuriate in your coccoon of moisturizing goodness as long as possible.

4. Plan on a Ponytail Day or a Hat Day
There’s a chance that some residual butter will make its way into your hair. If you have dry hair, this can be a nice side benefit. If you have a tendency toward oily hair (like moi), plan on washing your hair only (perhaps in the sink so you don’t violate tip 3) after the treatment is over, throwing it into a ponytail, or covering it up with a hat. This is especially helpful if you have somewhere important to be later that day, and you’d rather not show up glowing like a newlywed and smelling fantastic but looking like you haven’t washed your hair in the recent past.

5. Wear Socks and Shoes To and From Your Treatment
This tip is optional of course, but I found myself wishing I had brought comfy socks and real shoes to wear home. I didn’t want to slip my glistening feet into my dusty flip flops for the drive home.

And that’s it for me. Please tune back in as I (hopefully) begin my year-long journey through every treatment in the Sego Lily Spa menu, sharing my experiences and offering useful tips along the way. To help make sure this happens, please leave a comment right here on this post.

Have a blissful, relaxing day.


Burdens Banished by Butter!

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As a finalist in the Sego Lily Day Spa search for their blogger contest, I excitedly set up an appointment for my complimentary spa treatment that I would happily get to blog about as my final entry.
The very kind woman on the phone informed me my treatment was to be a Body Butter Drench that was 90 minutes in length! 90 minutes???  That’s an hour and a half!  That’s three episodes of Sponge Bob!  30 minutes short of two hours!  Now, I am not sure about you, but I wasn’t sure my body could handle being drenched in rich and luxurious butter for even a few minutes let alone 90! I had visions of my dry and cracking body going into shock from lack of exposure to this kind of luxury. Maybe I needed to start slow, with say… a Body Margarine Sprinkle first?
Don’t get me wrong, I am not a member of some anti-butter cult. No, no…not me. I frequently drench many things in butter (i.e….fresh popcorn, hot rolls, steamy baked potatoes, crisp corn on the cob), after which I put them inside my body. It’s just I have never actually placed any kind of saturated fat outside of my body. Nope…never EVER drenched my body in butter. Or margarine for that matter.

I immediately went to Sego Lily’s website to read the full description of this fascinating treatment and learned they don’t offer a Body Margarine Sprinkle on the menu (probably because then everyone would be thinking, “I can’t believe it’s not butter!”) but it did say that part of the treatment includes a full body massage! Massage too? Okay I am in!!!  The deal is sealed! (Or drenched or spread or whatever!)

Bring on the butta baby!

Now for someone that has only had ONE massage in her entire life, (belly massages from wanna-be drill sergeant nurses two hours after giving birth – five different times – DO NOT COUNT!) the word excitement just doesn’t cut it! I was in a state of extreme intense anticipation!

The timing couldn’t have been better. Between the time I scheduled my appointment and the time it rolled around, I had been literally drenched (even smothered!) to my eyeballs in – no not butter – but STRESS!!! It goes without saying I was more than ready to see if my first visit would fulfill Sego Lily’s claim to renew my mind, body, AND spirit.

If there was anyone to give it the test that day, it was ME! But I admit I was somewhat skeptical considering NO chocolate was involved in the process.  Not even cocoa butter!jodi15


As I entered the spa weighed down with my heavy load of burdens, I was greeted by my wonderful masseuse, Nichole, who reached out and cheerfully took them from me.

I more than willingly handed them over to her, fully intending to retrieve them once again upon my departure.


Upon my arrival inside the spa, the beautiful and peaceful surroundings made me quickly forget all about that bag of burdens that I entered with.  I was warmly welcomed by the Sego Lily staff and shown around by Nichole. What an escape I was feeling already! I felt I had entered into a new realm for a time. Aaaaaah…….

The exhilarating aromas (aromatherapy at it’s finest!) and the tranquil ambiance quickly took their affect.

As the mother of five boys, I was not used to this.  I am usually surrounded by loud noises, rambunctious wrestling, fermenting dirty socks, smelly gym shoes, sweaty uniforms, and many other unknown fragrances, that truth be told, I prefer NOT to know what they are OR where they came from!  Ignorance IS bliss when living with boys.

No nasty aromas at Sego Lily. Not a one. Just the intoxicating scent of lavender and mint and eucalyptus permeating everywhere. It was worth walking inside just to give my olfactory receptors a thrill.


I was led to the locker room, which trust me folks is unlike ANY locker room this mother of all boys has ever seen (not that I frequent male locker rooms or anything!). Inside my personal locker was a luxuriously soft and comfortable robe! Once that baby went on, I felt like I had just been crowned Queen and was ready to be spoiled.  Nichole motioned for me to follow her, which I eagerly did, when suddenly these words flew out of my mouth:

Yes, my lady, I come hither.  Wither thou goest I will go, for I am in much need of a frolicking pamper fest consisting of being drencheth in butter.  I do fear madness will befall me if I don’t receive it heretofore!”

Wow!  That royal feeling seeped inside quick!


Even before I was inside my room, I was completely relaxed. The calming music softly playing in the background along with the serene sound of water flowing and dimmed lights made it impossible not to be. I was ready to be royally buttered pampered!

I was not disappointed. The butter cream was so luxuriating and so intensely wonderful that I swear my body just slurped it up on the spot! Honey Dew Body Butter…mmm… Honey do more! Please! Never stop!”, was consuming my thoughts! The combination of that and the massage…OH THE MASSAGE! I thought I had died and gone to saturated fats heaven!

Nichole’s magic hands and fingers found all the right places my stress was hiding. Against every instinct in my core, I fell into an almost vegetative oil state. I wasn’t asleep… heck I’m not that relaxed when I’m snoozing.  But I wasn’t quite with it either.

After being lavishly drenched in butter I was wrapped up in a plastic cocoon basting blissfully while given the most incredible neck massage known to woman!  I emerged from my cocoon – not a butterfly – but a royal Queen Bee!


Now I can NOT believe I am about to say this, BUT… this experience was even BETTER than chocolate! I know, I know….that sounds like blasphemy especially coming from me – the founder of Chocoholics Un-anonymous. But this truly surpassed any chocolate experience even I’ve ever known. Yes, better than any chocolate morsel that has ever passed through my lips en route to my hips, and yet this was 100% calorie free! Whoever heard of drenching anything with butter without inducing severe guilt laden calories?

Hmm…I wonder if they’ve considered doing a Cocoa Butter Drench too?


This healthy indulgence did more than fully RENEW my mind, body, and spirit!  It soothed my soul, strengthened my body, and clarified my mind, just as promised.  I was a new woman as I departed!  My experience at Sego Lily lived up to it’s claim and definitely quenched my body’s thirst for serenity in this chaotic world!  My bag of burdens remained behind.  An enormous weight was lifted!

As I flitted lightly out the door of that tranquil world inside Sego Lily, I felt completely ready to take on the world again… and with a new crown to boot!  After all that pampering and drenching in butter, I felt like royalty, a real Dairy Queen!

Do whatever you want with my bag of burdens Nichole.  Maybe you should drench it in butter too!

Do whatever you want with my bag of burdens Nichole. Maybe you should drench it in butter too!


They have everything you need to tame your WILD LOCKS after a day of spa frolicking!


They even sell the yummy butter so you can drench yourself in it at home when your skin gets thirsty! Sorry, they don't sell massages in a can!


Fare thee well my Sego Lily lady! Parting is such sweet sorrow! But 'tis not so when parting with heavy burdens! I thank thee for thou hast taketh them far away!

Not trying to butter you up nope!  BUT if you are in need of a vacay from your stress and burdens then allow Sego Lily to do the buttering up! They are really good at it!!!  As always the proof is in the pudding butter!!!

Turns Out Trans Fats Feel as Good as They Taste

“Body butter, drenching.”

“Body butter, drenching.”

“Body butter, dren – oops, there’s my exit!”

If ever there was a morning I needed a good buttering and drenching, today was it.  I had left a husband making crêpes in my just-cleaned kitchen, my floors had sticky puddles on top of the sticky puddles that needed cleaning last week, and my laundry piles had physically eaten my laundry room.  Engulfed.  Digested.  Gone. Burp. I was headed for ninety minutes of being slathered in something akin to butter, being wrapped in plastic and blankets until it absorbed, then I would be massaged until I was unconscious.  (Maybe I added that last part)  To say I was excited is to say the sea is wet; there may have been actual skipping as I got out of my car in the parking lot.

The Sego Lily Mind Body Spa isn’t just pretty; it’s a knockout.  The Palladio colors and architecture are reminiscent of something you’d stumble across in an Italian countryside, were you lucky enough to stumble across a wellness spa as you hoofed it through the Italian countryside.  This isn’t a strip mall spa; there are no cheesy posters on the wall, no sixteen year-olds getting their hair blown out for prom in the front room, no smell of nail polish remover wafting or fluorescent lighting overhead.  From the moment you walk through the heavy wrought iron doors, you get the message: This is an escape.


After I checked in and was shown to the changing room, I was given my eggplant chenille-lined robe and spa slippers and instructed to change and wait for my therapist in the relaxation room.  I couldn’t get there as fast as planned – the changing room alone could’ve held my interest for twenty minutes.  Spa quality face lotions and rinses, complimentary Q-tips, hair elastics, razors, deodorant, hairspray; that was just the stuff by the sink!  There were showers, a steam room, a sauna – you name it.  Had I somewhere to go other than home to my laundry room’s skeletal remains, I would’ve been set.  Then, the relaxation room:  They aren’t kidding; I was tempted to ditch the treatment and see how long I could go unnoticed on the huge, overstuffed couches.  Low light, an assortment of herbal teas, hot chocolate, mints, fresh fruit and – get this – a melody of dried fruit on which I could drizzle dark chocolate syrup infused with antioxidants!  Stop it, Sego Lily.  You’re messing with my reality.


After a few relaxing minutes and ample snooping, Kaylie appeared in her all-black attire and I mean business apron and greeted and escorted me to my room.  So it began.  This wasn’t my first rodeo, if you get my drift, so I assured Kaylie, as she walked me through the process, that this body had seen ample time inside a spa.  How wrong I was – there are treatments, and then there are treeeeeeaaatments. Kaylie rubbed me in something that was literally the texture and consistency of butter, except it smelled like lime verbena and the aroma combined with the warmth of the room made me feel like I was lying on a beach somewhere, sun drenched to my toes.  And did I mention the table was warmed?  Warmed!  The gentle heat radiated up from my underside and wrapped around me like a blanket – oh wait, that was the actual blanket Kaylie wrapped me in when she was through slathering; a cozy cocoon so snugly and moist I felt akin to a baked potato in foil, sizzling away on the oven’s top rack.  While I marinated, Kaylie covered my eyes in an herbal  mask (Yum, lavender.  And again with the warming!) and massaged my neck and shoulders; there was contact with pressure points, pulling and maneuvering, and I was a limp noodle.  Once I was peeled from my toasty shell, the massage began.


I’d like to give you intimate details of the massage but it was a complete out of body experience and might’ve lasted minutes or days – couldn’t tell you.  I was so relaxed, somewhere betwixt and between being asleep, that I only remember being rubbed and touched so wonderfully I felt completely at peace.  And I forgot the dishes.  And I forgot the laundry.  I forgot the constant list that I write in my head every waking moment.  And I just was. Ninety minutes from the start we were through.  Kaylie was the quintessential massage therapist; speaking only enough to make me feel connected though never requiring constant dialogue.  She was firm and confident and though she probably tips the scales at 90 pounds, she worked all 5’11’’ of me like putty in her hands.  Once I pulled myself together and headed out the door, I let out a long sigh and reminded myself why every mother, nay every woman, deserves time to herself to indulge in something that makes her feel energized.  Women deplete their stores on a daily basis; Sego Lily wipes the slate clean, if for only ninety minutes, so that we can take off our robes, suit back up and face the world again; or at the very least, the laundry piles.  Woman, get thee to Sego Lily.

Announcing the Finalists!

Congratulations to the Five Finalists!

First off, we want to thank ALL of the wonderful bloggers that entered.  We could only select five but way more than five of you won our hearts and smiles with your fabulous entries.  Thanks so much!

After an INTENSE selection process we are very excited to announce the five finalists in the Search for the Sego Lily Blogger!  And without further delay, here are your five finalists!

Angie Lucas – link

Heather Herbert – link

Jodi W. – link

Amanda Calton – link

Robin Konie – link

How the Judging Process Worked?

Narrowing down so many great entries required a bit more time and brainstorming than we originally anticipated. Here are some details on the selection process we used.

To select these finalists we assembled all of the entries and distributed them to our five-person management team at Sego Lily.  Each person on the team could nominate any entry as a “semi-finalist” which gave us a list of 14 of our favorite entries.

From that list each Sego Lily Manager was asked to rank them in order, 1 being their favorite and 14 being their least favorite.  These five scores were averaged together giving each blogger a final score.  The top five scores were selected as finalists

The voting was EXTREMELY close, there was a .75 point difference between 6th and 5th place. Everyone that entered should be very proud of the wonderful work and we hope to see you next year when the contest begins again!

What Happens Next?

All of our finalists have been contacted by phone and have a treatment scheduled, once the treatments are finished they will all have an opportunity to write a post on this, the OFFICIAL Sego Lily Blog about their experience and then the public will help us choose by voting (using the comment section of each blog post) for their favorite.

The top vote getters will be ranked in order and this number will be averaged with a separate ranking by the Sego Lily Management team.  The blogger with the top average score will win the title of Sego Lily Blogger and the dream year will begin.

That Won’t Be the End!

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The Search for the Sego Lily Blogger (Update)

The Judging Continues…

We are overwhelmed by how many well written, creative, hilarious and fun entries we’ve received!

Thank you Moms!

We never would have guessed it would be this difficult to pick only five winners! Rest assured the judging is going on full-steam ahead and the five lucky finalists will be contacted and announced on this blog within the next week or two.

In the meantime we hope all of you had a fabulous Mother’s Day.  Mother’s Day is a very busy time of the year at the spas and rightfully so. You moms out there deserve all the thanks in the world for your thousands and thousands of sacrifices over the years, both large and small.  My wife and I just found out we’ll be having a boy in September and I can’t even believe what women need to put up with to bring a new person into this big, tiny world!  You moms were just built different, you’re like the best invention even before sliced bread.

The judging will be wholly unbiased, but for all you moms out there that entered our contest, I’m rooting for you!

-Jake Garn, Marketing Coordinator, Sego Lily Mind Body Spa

Good Day Utah

National Stress Awareness Day

Fox 13 Broadcasts live at the Midvale Sego Lily Mind Body Spa

We were so happy to host Fox13 and their wonderful crew at our spa all morning long, if you missed it feel free to catch up on all the segments below, originally aired live on April 16th, 2009.

*Unfortunately the opportunity to take advantage of the exclusive offer mentioned has passed.

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