We wake up in the morning and hit the ground running. Then we rush off to work only to rush through the day. Hop in the car. Kick over the engine. Zoom into traffic....and....sit. and. wait. The physical stillness does not stop our, already overloaded minds, from continuing to race. To where? The finish line? Do we ever reach it? The finish line?
Right now, I'm a little tired of racing around. Trying to meet some imaginary 'finish line'. I've drawn my line in the sand. If only for today. There is one thing that I had to attend to *I've neglected it for farrrrr too long*
My feet were in major need of a pedicure! Now I knew that if my tootsies resembled ancient roman stone, my very, very busy friends, who I affectionately refer to as my 'Sistah Friends', are also walking around on stone feet!
Although we'd luv to have our tootsies done by some...say...celebrity tennis star, us 'everyday gals' headed to our favorite foot magician! *we really luv her economic pricing*
Decisions. Decisions. Decisions. What treatment should we select off of the menu?
Last year I read an article about something called 'the fish pedicure' with Garra Rufa fish. They're suppose to nibble away the dead skin.
Only one of my 'sistah friends' decided to be adventurous and give it a try. Eek!
She said that, initially, it tickled. But after a while, it was quite soothing....
...three of us passed...
... and opted, instead, for this soothingly fragrant cranberry-scented flower foot bath. Immediately, I was transported to some Polynesian resort *in my mind, anyway*
....while the last 'sistah friend' decided for the citrusy pleasures a warmed lemon foot bathe.
The aromas were irrestible!
I've fallen for the 'soft pink' lacquers from the OPI and Essie collection. Somewhere, I read that they are the same company. I don't know. But what I do know is that I luv, luv, luv the soft colours!
I opted for this delicate bejeweled french manicure...
and my 'sistah friends' opted for a more colourful presentation....
and when it was all over, we donned our pointed winkle-picker stilettoes and rushed right over to the nearest tapas restaurant....
How was your weekend?