Today was a Me Day.
I went into town (because we live out in the country here in the Bogs) for a hair cut and pedicure.
I had my first pedicure (and manicure) one or two years ago (my memory is failing me this evening as to whether it was a year or two ago). It’s true. I made it through over 40 years of life without once indulging in a pedicure. It’s not that I didn’t want a pedicure. I didn’t want to go by myself the first time. I’m weird that way, not being sure of the proper protocol for things like pedicures, manicures, waxes, and the like.
I’m not a very girly girl. Never have been.
But I did enjoy that first pedicure (which included a hot rock massage). Enough that after all the walking I’ve been doing to get myself healthy and back in shape, I felt I deserved to indulge once again. I’ve walked over 350 miles so far this year. My feet were in need of some pampering. Desperate need.
My second pedicure was not as good as the first (no hot rock massage), but my feet are feeling smooth, colorful, and happy this evening. I went with a wild and bright color. My toenails are practically glowing. The color is a bit like this:
(Photo by Robin. 2007)
Only brighter. And maybe pinker.
As for my new hair cut, I’m not sure I want to talk about that just yet. Let’s just say I allowed the New Girl to cut my hair and that may have been a huge mistake. I’m waiting to see how things wash out and dry in the morning, hoping that what looks like a bad cut may in fact be a bad blow-dry.
Otherwise, I’m going back for repairs tomorrow.
It’s still hot as Hades. It was near 90 and hazy. We need some rain here in the Bogs. I’d like to ask all of my readers to do a little rain dance for us. The trees could use a good soaking.