If you know me, this is a rare. For several reasons:
- I don't care to have people touching my feet.
- The only other time I had a pedicure it hurt me and caused ingrown toenails.
- The massage part hurts and leaves bruises.
- In most cases, I do a much better job painting my nails.
My anti-pedicure instincts are good, I tell you.
So while my pedicure companions either drank chai or were made to look like a baked potato (tinfoil on her head), my feet got soaked and filed.
The guy who gave the pedicure seemed competent, but these are the injuries I sustained:
- bleeding cuticle when trimmed too close
- side of my toe filed raw
- and, of course, the bruises from the massage
All of this reminds me of the oft-repeated mantra of a friend of mine:
"Beauty knoweth no pain."
- This is what you repeat to yourself when your new shoes are pinching and giving you blisters.
- This is what you remind your friend when her new wool clothes itch.
- This is what you moan as you pluck your eyebrows.
- This is what you hope when your hands are covered in henna and you cannot feed yourself.
- This is what you tell an 8 year old when she whines about brushing her hair.
- This applies in the case of the pedicure. For me, anyway.
Ah what lengths we go to, all in the name of beauty.