Yesterday, for the first time ever, I had a pedicure.
I'm headed to Cape Cod this weekend for a wedding and a couple of my friends talked me into going for a mani-pedi with them. I had no worries about the manicure part of the deal. I've had a few manicures in my life and even once dipped my toes into the pond that is acrylic nails. (Not me. I couldn't function and was afraid I'd scratch my eyes out in my sleep.) It was the pedicure part I worried about.
My feet shouldn't be touched. Really. There are a few reasons for this. First, I'm extremely ticklish. I giggle and squirm when I touch my own feet. I couldn't imagine how I'd handle having someone else touch my feet. Second, my feet are just gross. I have wonky toes that turn sideways. I have callouses on the soles that one of my friends calls my tap shoes. My toesnails are bumpy and lumpy. They're just not nice feet. I imagined that the ladies who worked at the nail salon would get together for dinner that night and one would say, You would not have believed the feet on that broad! I should have taken pictures!
When we arrived at the nail place, we first picked our colors. I wanted blue for my toes - of course. But then I saw the green. My dress for the wedding is green. I needed green toes. I picked a pretty shade of pink for my fingernails. Then the pedis were first. We sat in a row of fancy chairs, complete with massage functions, reclining abilities, and People magazines. My two friends were taken care of first, which was good. I was able to watch and gear up for what was coming my way.
I got a little nervous when one of the girls started to wince and mouth, That hurts!. She, however, already had a boo-boo on her big toe that was being poked a little. I had no boo-boos, so I figured I'd be fine. I watched as they were trimmed, smoothed, snipped, scrubbed, lotioned, massaged and polished. Looked okay to me.
My turn. Jenny took care of me. She was adorable. She quickly realized that it was my first time and said, You ticklish, even though I was being a grown-up about it. When my foot would involuntarily twitch, she'd laugh and say, You sensitive. Yup. Me sensitive all right. I got through it fine - and even enjoyed it. There were a few times that I had to put my hand in my mouth and bite down to stifle the giggles and stop myself from squirming. This was especially hard when Jenny was weaving a paper towel-type thing between my toes to separate them. The best part, though, was the hot paraffin wax. It was put in a little plastic baggie, then place over the heel and tied around the ankle. Felt so good. After I was polished, I headed to the manicure chair and was pinkified. My nails are short and stumpy, but Jenny shaped them so nicely and the polish made them look so much better.
All this for $25. What a deal. My fingernails look pretty, but my feet . . . they're lovely. My feet have never looked so good. Clean. Not that they were dirty, but they feel and look clean. And neat. And new. And soft. And I like them. And I want to keep them like this.
When we were done and Jenny called out, Goodbye today!, we walked over to Chili's for drinks. I had to remember to respect the manicure as I opened doors and flipped through the menu. I ordered a Blue Pacific Margarita. It came in a glass big enough to swim in. Potent stuff, too. Yikes. You'll be happy to know (Mom) that I didn't finish it. I couldn't have. I would have been ill. I was trying to maintain my new image as a fancy, dainty, pampered lady.
I could get used to that.
So don't you want to see?
Here are my green toes with my green dress:
Pretty good match.
Here are my feet in all their newfound glory.
Here's my dress. Very Greenwich-garden-party if you ask me. I'm not the Greenwich-garden-party type, but I lreally ike this dress. Good for a summer wedding. Good for $29.99 at Marshall's.
In other news . . . I had a blind date the other night. A blind knitting date. Not a date with a blind knitter, but a first time get-together with a knitter I met on Ravelry. We connected on the site and decided to meet up to knit.
I was a little nervous. What if she doesn't like me? What if she's scary? What if she's really a crazed murderer and I end up in a dumpster?
Worried for nothing. Delightful girl! (with a blog) She even invited a few others (one with a blog) and the four of us had a really good time knitting and talking. We're going to do it again. It's great to make new friends.
I've been working on these:They're addictive.