I believe in manicures. I believe in overdressing. I believe in primping at leisure and wearing lipstick. I believe in pink. I believe happy girls are the prettiest girls. I believe that tomorrow is another day and … I believe in miracles.
A day of pampering. This is also the day I entertain the thought of having two Starbucks. One before my manicure/pedicure and one on the way home. Three treats in a four-hour period.
As I remember back to the beginnings of this blog, when I was off work for a few months, I recall writing about Starbucks. A lot. I was obsessed. I still am obsessed, but now I don’t find the time to stop in the morning on the way to work. The one drive-thru location is too busy. I usually find a few extra minutes on Friday mornings, and that’s when I drive past the drive-thru because there are more than a dozen cars in line. Everyone must run early on Fridays.
My first appointment was at 10:30, so I left the house after placing my Starbucks-to-go order for a non-drive-thru location on the way to the nail salon. What did we do before this technology? Get out of our car, wait in line, talk to a barista, wait for your order, and then walk out the door. Barbaric! Now, you place your order online, get out of your car, grab your already-made coffee, and leave. Easy-peasy-lemon-squeezy. Also lazy-mazy-let’s-go-crazy.
My nail tech is a perfectionist. She charges a lot of money but she does an amazing job. Plus, hold on to your wigs and keys, a manicure and pedicure takes three hours! I have hard gels on my nails and my toes are, well, just toes. But every month I have my “three-hour tour” (think Gilligan’s Island) and it’s a time to just sit and stare out the window while having my feet massaged.
If only I could travel with my own foot masseuse/reflexologist.