A week ago my niece treated me to my first ever pedicure… It was wonderful. As I’m sure most of you know… but I didn’t… they put your feet in a warm whirlpool type of tub. Nancy Lu told them to give us both the “deluxe” treatment. They scrubbed and they massaged and the girl nipped with the nippers and worked on the calluses on my big toes and around my heels but she didn’t have a whole lot to do past the rough spots. I’m a toe-picker like PW, even though we aren’t related. I keep cuticle nippers by my love seat and I keep my feet as well as my fingers cleaned up because I hate hangnails… and are they called hangnails when they are on your toes?
Anyway, what is really interesting to me is when I glance down at my feet, even after a week, it’s like whose toes are those? Who stole my toes and stuck these on my feet?
I think they call these French Nails, even though the young woman who did them for me would not be guessed as a French girl… There are little flowers, little pink flowers, painted on my big toes and in the center of each little flower is a rhinestone! for pete’s sake… Who would have thunk it!