TREAT YO' SELF

Last night I was feeling super-PMSy, and Philip was out of town, so I figured, what would be more fitting than a Best Food Forward pedicure at The Beauty Spot?

Note: Early pregnancy symptoms (which are nonexistent) and PMS symptoms are the exact same. I’m not a betting woman, but if I were, I’d place my odds on PMS.

I am a big believer in treating myself to pedicures on a regular basis. This may sound indulgent, but these splurges have proven essential in me not turning into a rock-hard ball of anxiety and depression. Also, I am terrible at painting my own nails.

Normally I go to a little Vietnamese nail salon for a $23 pedicure that is totally sufficient, but I had a gift certificate to The Beauty Spot, so I went all in. My appointment started 45 minutes late, but the place is adorable, and the pedicure was life-changing. (<-- hyperbole)

I sat and read Women’s Health magazine (since when was it so indulgent to sit around reading magazines?), greedily consuming stories on topics such as choosing a yoga practice that’s right for me, using my femininity to my advantage in the workplace, and how to have sex during my period. (“More than three-quarters of the guys polled said they’d love to have period sex,” said the article. FYI, my husband does not fall into this category. Frown face.)

I loved every minute, and I came out with gorgeous Robin’s-egg-blue toenails. (Also, check out the shoes; do you die? Normally I wouldn’t go for something so blingtastic, but I made an exception for these fabulous sandals.) The aesthetician said I had the most perfect, non-calloused feet she had ever seen. I am very proud of this compliment and attribute it to my frequent, unashamed visits to the nail salon. 

Bonus: If you yammer a lot about how much you adore pedicures, your friends tend to buy you pedicure gift cards when it is your birthday. Which is March 8, in case you were wondering.