I have a week off from work coming up – and I have booked a pedicure.
If my fuzzy memory is correct, I had a pedicure when I was about 12 years old – my cousin was studying to become an esthetician and she spent a while doing various things to family members. I recall someone getting blackheads removed, someone else getting her ears pierced, someone else getting her legs waxed..
And, since then, I haven’t had anyone touch my feet for any reason – other than Coffee grinding his knuckles into my soles (which is an absolutely wonderful thing). My feet right now are somewhere between “holy crap” and “terrible”, so I pity the person assigned to fix them up – and will be sure to put aside a truly generous tip.
I’m looking forward to some pretty toes!