For anyone who has met me, it is no surprise that I enjoy a lovely day of indulgence, and make hair and nail appointments any time I can think of an excuse to do so. How nice, then, that the 40 Blog offered me just such a chance!
Today, I had my hair cut and, well, we'll call it "brightened," and then after that, my mother and I went to get pedis and manis! For me, this is not a newness, but because Mom agreed to go with me--not kicking OR screaming, but voluntarily--it is definitely a newness! My mother has told me since I was little that she's pretty sure my tendencies come directly from my grandmother--my habits skipped a generation, she says. My grandmother was quite a paradox; she's a woman who described herself as being an "old soul," and she was a child of the Depression, saving slivers of soaps to melt down and make new bars, and keeping a drawer of tin foil, but she also was a girly-girl. Her favorite gift I ever brought her--and I brought her some lovely things from foreign countries!--was a tube of Chanel Red lipstick--her signature shade. She loved jewelry, and some of my best pieces are inherited from her.
My mother, on the other hand, would much rather play a round of golf or go fishing or shoot guns with my dad than accompany me to the salon for a day of pedis and manis. I love this about her, but I was very excited that she volunteered to go with me! There is no better day than a day at a salon, having one's hair colored and combed and washed and set, or chatting (certainly not gossiping) while one's toes and fingers are being attended to. Plus! When you're all done, you get to take your new hair and nails out and about! I've never considered a day at the salon a wasted day. Even when I have to go get my shellac removed a couple weeks later.
But Mom, the most pragmatic woman I know, has always balked at having polish put on her nails because, and I am not making this up, she says it makes her "feel hot--and maybe suffocated." I roll my eyes when she says this, not having ANY idea how having shiny, colorful nails could in ANY WAY be something other than wonderful, but to each her own, right? Her willingness to go get pedis now actually stems from her Mother's Day gift--golfing sandals--and feeling that I should strike while the iron was hot, I made the appointments and off we went! First to my regular salon, Euphoria, for pedis! Regardez!
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| The best part!! Warm, sudsy water and tenderly reshaping of nail beds. |
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| New colors!! Pinky/coral-y for me, lavender (my fave) for Mom! |
Mission accomplished! Now, on to Mom's salon for fingers; I'd tried to get both scheduled at my regular place, but Euphoria is ALWAYS booked. I've made my appointments for the next two months to make sure I can get in when I need in (not even kidding). The ladies at my mother's place were SO CHATTY--exactly my kind of appointment--hearing all the latest gossip and girl talk and then leaving with pretty nails! Look!
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| Ahhhh... warm, soapy bowl of bliss. |
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| Lavender to match the toes! And so far, she hasn't suffocated. |
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| Finished product! Coral for me, lavender for Mom, and both of us tickled pink! |
Loved this day! I would have loved it anyway, being partial to days of pampering, but it was made that much more special to have my mom along with me--and she was a trooper! No complaining or eye-rolling, which tells me she enjoyed herself, too. Hm. Maybe I'll just go ahead and book standing appointments for her, too . . . .
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