My pretty toes

There are some things that a girl may love to do... but pragmatism warns against.  For me, this has always been a pedicure.   This is the third time I've ever had one... and of course it wasn't my idea but a treat from a friend.  

My first experience was pretty much horrible.   I was about 18 and my mom had given me a gift certificate in one of her failed efforts to make a lady of me (more on that another day).   The pedicurist barely acknowledged my presence as she gossiped about her clients and their husbands' affairs... she was rough and I remember it about as fondly as my first bikini wax. 

A year ago I was in Hawaii for a family wedding.  This time I recognized the need myself after removing my tennis shoes and putting on a pair of sandals.    That high desert dirt again... only caked on my calloused feet.   Then of course I looked around at all the pretty toes around me in their cute little sandals... only to look down again at my perma-dirty feet.    Next to my morning coffee shop, I noticed a nail salon and when I inquired about an appointment, I was commandeered by three Vietnamese women. It was heaven actually... and my first professional manicure as well.    And no... contrary to all tales of horror... no toe fungus.

So even a little dirt wrastler like me can clean up from time to time.   As for number three... well I'm proud of my pretty toes but no worries, not for long...