Last week my mother called and asked me a question, something along the lines of:
“Nicole, will you help me exercise my knee?”
A couple weeks ago she had knee surgery. I was a little confused at first because my siblings and dad were at home to help her out and she’s going to physical therapy… but I said yes. And then she clarified:
“I want to go shopping and stretch out my knee.”
The magic word! I guess that is my kind of “exercise” because I quickly agreed. I had few things to pick up for my trip and needed to go to some of the same stores. And I also booked us for a pedicure we’d been talking about for a few months. I had planned to treat her for Mother’s Day but we never got a day set. Better late than never?
So, Thursday afternoon I got my first ever pedicure. Why oh why, have I never done this before?
For $30 a piece, my mother and I got treated to a sea salt rub, minty massage, hot stones, paraffin wax… other stuff I’m probably forgetting and of course, the manicure. It seemed like a deal and definitely felt worth it.
I’m not really one to “pamper” myself with hair appointments, manicures and whatnot. Sometimes seems necessary to seek a skilled professional (like when I chopped off my hair) but in general, they are more of a treat or left for special occasions. Plus it all adds up! This stuff isn’t cheap. I already cringe at getting my hair cut and dyed twice a year.
I volunteered my youngest brother to take pictures for me later in the day. He isn’t really a fan of helping me out and doesn’t listen at ALL. At 15, I guess it is “embarrassing”. Which makes it more fun for me! But also exasperating because he doesn’t listen. When it is instructions that make the photo session shorter… you’d think he would! Instead I get a bunch of blurry shots, batman angles (diagonal pictures) and other weird stuff.
Unfortunately, by the end of the day… I did not look like I did walking out of the house that morning. But you know what? It is summer. It is hot and humid. So what if my make-up melted off, my hair went flat (it was wavy in the morning!) and my shirt developed a mind of its own – it grew 6-8 inches in length! Until fall, it is only going to get worse, not better. And I’m going to make the best of it!
My brother “kindly” informed me that my outfit looked like crap. I’ve learned to not take fashion advice or criticism from my siblings, so no big deal. Most of my casual outfits consist of an Avenue sundress with no accessories but sometimes just like this – a skirt and simple t-shirt! I had my blue sequin flats on until the pedicure – didn’t want to mess it up on the first day.
How’s the saying go? Haters gonna hate.