Yesterday I experienced something new. I had long been dreading the event, but I always knew that one day I would acquiesce and allow it to happen. Surprisingly, I actually enjoyed it. Sure, it tickled a little and I was a little tense at times, but once I just sat back and let it happen, it was fine.
So what was it?
I should just let you stew about it for a bit. Let your imagination run wild.
OK, there, rein it in. Don't go too far.
Isn't this game kind of fun?
Alright, I get it. Just say it, already, right?
I got a pedicure.
Are you shocked? No? Maybe you do not fully understand the gravity of the situation.
I have always been a bit self-conscious about my feet. They are on the bigger side, but they are no more than what one would expect from someone of my greater height. It really comes down to my toes. I have been blessed with some special gene that makes my toes long and skinny. Almost finger-like, in my opinion.
Seriously, it took me a long time to even contemplate being comfortable wearing sandals because I thought everyone would be drawn to stare at the freak show. When I finally was brave enough to try, no one even commented, so I grew more confident.
But when it came to the thought of a pedicure, I drew a line. No way was someone going to get that up close and personal with my feet to view them let alone TOUCH them. Gah. Gross.
My aversion to pedicures is long-standing and well-known among my closest friends and family. So my split second decision yesterday to venture into the unknown came as a bit of a shock, even to me. Around noon, my best friend called up to see if I wanted to come with her to the little nail salon by her house to get a pedicure. And I said YES.
I do not know exactly why I did it. Maybe I was tired of staring at the calluses on my heel and was finally ready to shed all the dead skin. Maybe I was tired of being ashamed of my feet. Or maybe I was having an out-of-body experience. Who knows.
But I did it. And you know what? It was nice. I got to sit in a nice massage-chair while a very nice woman pampered my least favorite body parts. I even had my nails painted. My favorite part was the Micro-plane cheese grater type contraption she used to shave off the dead skin on my calluses. It did not hurt at all and made a huge difference.
So will I now become one of those girls who has to get her feet done? Maybe. But it was only $23, so I think I can swing it once every couple of months if it always feels this nice.
What is the lesson to be learned here? Never say never to beauty and spa treatments, especially when they include a lengthy sit in a massage chair and fuchsia nail polish.