So. I went to get a pedicure yesterday. I told someone that my cloven hooves were in need of pampering, and they definitely were. Now, you should know that I am always on the lookout for ways to save money. My nail salon has not offered any coupons for their services in several years, so this time, I took a $2 off coupon from another salon with me. I asked the owner if he would honor that coupon, and he said no (with a coy smile.) I had already decided that I would still have the pedicure there even if he said no, so I picked out my color and sat down. (The photo above is not my feet, but the color is similar, just darker)
"Oh, I LOVE That Color!" is the name of the new one. It looked fine when I tested it on my thumbnail, but by the time the woman had put on three coats of it - it was too dark - and instead of autumnal shades, it is more wintery- looking and brownish. It's sort of like dying oak leaves that turned dark, dark red on their way to death. On my pale feet, it stands out like a sore thumb. I suppose it doesn't matter, since I won't be wearing sandals much longer. At least it's better than the last color I chose, which was called "Sandstorm Over Cairo" and made my toenails look as though they had a bad case of fungus (all yellowish) - which they don't!
There was a little girl there getting a pedicure and a manicure, too! I thought she was about 7, but her grandma said she just turned 5 last week. I said "They sure are starting young nowadays!" Of course, I was in my 50's before I had a pedicure and that was thanks to my daughter. I wouldn't have ever tried it had she not taken me (and now I am fairly addicted to the process; the massaging is heavenly!)The woman who did it today was especially good, and so I tipped her 20% (a bit more than I usually do). When I went up to the front counter to pay, the owner said "Give me your coupon; I'll take the $2 off. Wasn't that nice of him? Very astute, too, since otherwise I might not have gone back there!
"Oh, I LOVE That Color!" is the name of the new one. It looked fine when I tested it on my thumbnail, but by the time the woman had put on three coats of it - it was too dark - and instead of autumnal shades, it is more wintery- looking and brownish. It's sort of like dying oak leaves that turned dark, dark red on their way to death. On my pale feet, it stands out like a sore thumb. I suppose it doesn't matter, since I won't be wearing sandals much longer. At least it's better than the last color I chose, which was called "Sandstorm Over Cairo" and made my toenails look as though they had a bad case of fungus (all yellowish) - which they don't!
There was a little girl there getting a pedicure and a manicure, too! I thought she was about 7, but her grandma said she just turned 5 last week. I said "They sure are starting young nowadays!" Of course, I was in my 50's before I had a pedicure and that was thanks to my daughter. I wouldn't have ever tried it had she not taken me (and now I am fairly addicted to the process; the massaging is heavenly!)The woman who did it today was especially good, and so I tipped her 20% (a bit more than I usually do). When I went up to the front counter to pay, the owner said "Give me your coupon; I'll take the $2 off. Wasn't that nice of him? Very astute, too, since otherwise I might not have gone back there!
