So, I frequent the nail salon. I get my eyebrows and lip waxed. But don't get it twisted, I'm not rocking a handlebar mustache. I just like my ladylike peach fuzz tamed. I also, faithfully, get a pedicure. I love to be pampered, even if it's in small doses.
Today I went into my FAVORITE local nail salon. The staff is incredible, the service is the best, and it's in walking distance of my house. This is a great nail salon. Plus, I have inadvertently tattooed their name on my left hand, RELAX. While I was in there today the owner once again made comments about the free advertising I'm accidentally giving him. And me, with all of my charisma, mentioned how this advertisement is bogus without perks. So he offered to give me a full set. A full set?! I've never had my nails done. I have really strong, fast growing, nails. I've never needed nails. It would be nice to not have to worry with the upkeep of my own nails, but is this worth the trade of the constant commitment? I mean it's free. He's the owner. He offered to do my nails. I can't pass up this opportunity. It's too generous.
We gathered my things, and I made my way into the nail area. I was sliding my freshly pedi'd and slippered feet along wondering if I was biting off more than I really wanted to chew. I did it though. I sat there like a small child studying every step. I wanted to know what every product was, how it worked, and why he was using it. I made few requests. I wanted to just enjoy this experience. I let him determine the best nail length for me, the thickness of the nail, and how much French tip was right.
The finished product was beautiful despite the disclaimer halfway through of this being the one job he does the least in the salon. And although they are a little painful and quite heavy, I'm happy. It was an experience that was past due!
March 2nd
I scratched, bit, and peeled everyone of those things off my nails! Well, it was great while it lasted.
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