I love the way my feet look after a pedicure, but I can't say I adore the process. Though on record, the uneasiness is totally worth the outcome.
My feet are mangled enough that I don't go for the cheapest thing they have on the foot menu. I suppose I could if I went more often, but my visits are extremely sporadic.
No matter what level of service you get, "you" get a clear coat at the end. I have always declined it, as usually I'm ready to move on and go. But last time I realized they offer men the clear coat.........and the women get nail polish (though I assume they can opt for the clear version).
Fuck it......I said to myself. I'm paying for something I'm not getting. And I think we all know how cheap I can be. So this last time, Rebecca, my nail technician, asked if I wanted clear coat. I declined.
I know! You're like......"but you just said..........".
I asked Rebecca to pain my nails black.
So she did,
In a way, it felt rebellious. In another........not so much.
Mike - you know him, right? - though my sister's feet looked hairy. Ohhh......that Mike. I mean, they might be, I've never seen.
I got home and kicked off my shoes.
The black doesn't make me look as goth or bad-ass as I thought it might, It actually makes me feel
I know that last part isn't technically true (yes, have at it with the jokes!), but connotations being what they are, can be embedded into one's psyche. I mean, in this pic, the crossing of the legs at the ankles is helping nothing in the he-man, woman-hating department.
We'll see how it goes.
BTW......it's day three.........710 hasn't even noticed.
Song by: Mark Lowe