Got a manicure and pedicure and waxing today, and I was overdue and feel like a new woman. I always let the manicurist pick out the color -- she doesn't even ask me -- and I really love the colors she picks as I would pick the same color over and over. Today the color is a coral with a tinge of red to it. Really a pretty color.
I love how she goes after every molecule of dead skin on my feet -- almost with a magnifying glass -- and then maybe goes back and gets one more little nip she's missed. As if someone is going to be that up close and personal. The best part, of course, is the massage. Hands and feet. At one point, she uses this stuff that's the consistency of a paste and it's part oil and part sugar or sand so it's like a gentle little sandblasting as she rubs it in -- and massages and my feet are like but-tah when she's done.
So I have a clean apartment, nibble-able feet, sophisticated hands and a new duvet cover with clean sheets. Life is good.