Yesterday I got a pedicure. I LOVE pedicures - and not just because my feet look great when it's done. I love soaking my feet. I love the massage chair. I love "reading" the fashion magazines that I refuse to buy because I only look at the pictures. I love having hundreds of polish colors to choose from. I love the minty lotion that they use to massage my legs and feet. Oh, yes! The massage. I LOVE the massage.
But the thing I love most of all is that, while I'm surrounded by the manicurists and other customers, I am still getting unadulterated "ME" time. While my favorite thing in the universe is to spend time with my man and my two boys, I still need a little time to myself. For some women, it's shopping or reading but for me it's a pedicure. It's one thing I know that no one else in my little family enjoys and is all mine. (Note to self: NEVER let my husband or children get a pedicure! If they do, they will be hooked and the act of getting a pedicure will not be "all mine" anymore.)
It doesn't matter that it's fall and I will be wearing (for the most part) closed toed shoes. It's not about my feet looking great. And they do look great. That's just a benefit. In this case, it is all about the experience.
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