my feet are not sandal worthy...

Last week was crazy busy. The holidays certainly have a way of robbing of us of time. Don't you think?  And what is it about this time of year that makes us rip and run around like headless chickens?

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*

{via::special thanx}

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?

*hmmmmm

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! 

voile'.
finished!
magic!

I opted for this delicate bejeweled french manicure... 

and my 'sistah friends' opted for a more colourful presentation....

LuV It!

and when it was all over, we donned our pointed winkle-picker stilettoes and rushed right over to the nearest tapas restaurant....

Hey Luv-lie,

How was your weekend?

Cottage Suite

 With Winter quickly kicking Fall to the curve, one of my Summer-time rituals that I like to keep up with is having pedicures.  We women know that,when we are being totally honest and candid with ourselves, most of will admit that pedicures, in the Summer months, are done, mostly, out of vanity {how do you justify sporting your haute-est strappy stiletto sandal, without giving undivided attention to your soles?  I just can't do it...}

Then, why continue this ritual of vanity in lieu of falling temperatures?  Hmm...

Well, these warm, cottage themed spa retreats do it for me.  These spaces are the direct antithesis of the glitz and glamour of the brightly lit uber-urbaned upscale nail spas that we usually stroll into during the ,hot summer months of yesterday.

What draws me in, especially as these colder months loom, is the down-home, 'please come in, put your feet up, stay for lunch, have a cup of honey-dipped cup of tea'.  The large, soft ruffled-skirted cushioned seating is difficult to resist...especially when you're trying to dodge the frigid gusts of 'Mr Freeze'.  The country pails invite your street-beaten frozen toes to a warm tropical soak.  Ahhhh, it's Summer, again...