One of the things that I really enjoyed about my sister’s stay in Kansas City was the pedicure she gave me. In fact, she hadn’t been off the plane for more than a few hours before she had my feet in her capable hands. (Did I mention that she is a manicurist? That ranks right up there with having a mechanic or doctor in the family, don’t ya think?)
Anyway, as she describes it, that day I looked like death. I had terrible nausea and hadn’t eaten much more than saltines and chicken broth. And yes, there was a fair degree of anxiety in my heart over when labor would start, etc. So, what a blessing for her to pamper me with a pedicure. There’s something so relaxing about having your feet massaged!
Jamie is also super creative. Not only did she take care of the basics: nails, soaking, cuticles, massage, but she also painted my toes bright pink with white polka dots, in honor of the newest FishChick.
It was great a few days later, just minutes after baby was born, to comment to the nurses, “Hey, have you seen my toes?” They were impressed. One even said, “Yes, a mechanic, a doctor, and a manicurist — that’s what you train your children to be.”
If you don’t have a manicurist for a sister, you can still get yourself some fun feet. Check out your nearest day spa or beauty salon and ask how much for a pedicure.
Or do it yourself or with a friend. Go here for directions on how to do a pedicure at home.