Some time ago, kind friends N+K gave me a voucher for a local beauty salon for my birthday. I phoned the salon in early December to book an appointment but they had no available slots on any of their late nights that side of Christmas. I contacted them at the beginning of January and made an appointment for a Thursday night - which I then cancelled because the Boy was randomly off work and wanted to catch up. I rearranged for the following Thursday (keeping up with all this - I do hope so) only for the salon to phone on the Wednesday to cancel and reschedule for the Friday evening.
I duly arrived for my luxury pedicure and was soon settled into a comfy chair and warm vibrating foot bath. All went well.... I advised the beauty therapist (BT) that I have very tickly feet and had never had a pedicure carried out due to my fear of laughing too much. I needn't have worried because the right amount of pressure was applied and the pedicure almost went without a hitch.
I say almost because immediately after painting my toe nails with several thick coats of rouge noir coloured nail varnish BT hurried me into my flip flops (instantly smudging one of my big toe nails, which she duly retouched) and out onto the street. By the time I drove home, my feet looked like someone had committed a very bloody murder in the vicinity of the pedals in my car. I was literally covered in blood coloured nail polish - but only from my big toes.
I left this carnage to dry to the following day and then sorted it all out myself. I know it was a Friday night, a night that the salon isn't normally open late, but some time (or at the very least a hairdryer) would have been appreciated.
posted by the craic girl @ 13:59
6 Comments:
I always have salon perfect feet in summer when I tend to wear flip-flops almost constantly, but in the winter I do it myself. Cheaper and I can slob around with purple foam things between my toes for hours!
CG, some advice on my recent post please. It seems all too easy for everyone to jump on the forgive your Dad bandwagon. . .
Ahh.
Sorry to come on your post and say that.
Nice to have pretty feet, can't bear people touching mine though, which is strange considering I once let a tatooist. . .
Thank you so much. I have sent you an email and I will mention you on my blog later this week. You a fantastically mature and level headed individual.
Cat....
I think that is exactly what I will be doing in future. Slobbing about for hours. I love those wedges cos I have odd toes that are all curly.
DQ....
You are very welcome indeed. Thank you for your amazing response also which I have just read. I think that this has actually benefitted me enormously too, writing down exactly how I feel, so thank you for asking for my advice. I have never met someone before in such a similar position to me before - as in having made a decision not to be in touch with their dad at the age of 13. You are a little star DQ, keep on shining.
If patience is a virtue then it would seem I have no virtue.
I have checked your blog a million times hoping for a February posting.
Maybe you’re just too busy emailing everyone excellent advice and sorting their lives out for them. All in a days work eh? #PHEW#
DQ....
I'm afraid that is one of the reasons why there's been no recent posts, but please don't feel guilty about that at all. I don't know about sorting lives out - I think you are pretty sorted. There are a few half written posts in storage. I'm also busy with private work and deadlines involved in that.
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