Many moons ago, when I was younger and had a credit card, I would get artificial nails with fancy designs at the salon. Since then, I've not had a mani done and probably won't. I don't like how my real nails get tore up in the process, and I have no doubt nail files were torture devices invented by the devil.
me with Felicia
Because I have the best Small Group gals ever, we got together last week for a mani/pedi session. I only went for the pedicure. Again, manicures aren't my thing.
But now that I've had my first pedicure ever (at the age of 40 no less!) I have no doubt those will become a regular thing. How did I not know about how glorious pedicures are before now?!
I've got some fugly feet but wasn't afraid to show them. The heavens parted when the pedicurist massaged, trimmed, and exfoliated. I chose a dark green shimmery nail polish for color.
When it came to filing, I had a bit of a problem. I had a hold of Felicia's arm till it almost went numb. After the first foot, he had to give up on the second. I swear, nail files will make me want to crawl a wall in no time flat. They're pure evil, I tell ya.
I left that place feeling like I'd done been spoiled. And I made the girls pinky swear me we'd do it again in three weeks.
This place even had the cutest little puppy. Alaina, lover of all things animal, smothered it with love.
Have you ever had a pedicure? If no, go get one NOW! You'll thank me.