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.