Am I The Only One Who’d Never Had a Pedi?


Yup. My feet, formerly “almost” sloth toes, ha ha. I bit the bullet and did it!

Some of you may know that my birthday is this Saturday. My bonus-daughter (we don’t love the word, “step” around this house) told me that she wanted to treat me to a pedicure for my birthday.

MMMMMmmmm, no, I don’t think so. I don’t like people messing with my feet. It’s just weird and I’m really ticklish. “But, Ma, they do a fabulous hot stone massage on your legs and feet!” Mmmmmm, what? Maybe. “We are going to that place up the road I told you about that serves wine.” Mmmmmm, wine? Yeah, okay.

After this evening? I am pretty sure many of you are wondering what is wrong with me that I wouldn’t immediately jump on this opportunity.

I had reservations:

  1. Fear of my feet/toes/cuticles being injured;
  2. Fear of getting an infection from said injury;
  3. Unclean basins, equipment, tools, etc.

That was enough for me.

So my BBD (Beloved Bonus Daughter) met me at the nail place half a mile up the road and into the back we went.

Tina, who was my pedi-person, ran water into a plastic bag lined basin (fear 3 partially eliminated). The water was warm, there were jets, and I was in a very comfortable, high backed massage chair. While my feet were in the bubbly goodness of that warm water, Tina brought me a glass of wine.

One foot out and she was going to trim and shape my poor, pitiful toenails. She took sterile tools out of a sealed bag (not unlike the ones you see at tattoo parlors that have been auto-claved and bagged), so there went fears 2 and 3.

Tina worked her magic, clipping nails, pushing/clipping cuticles, and it didn’t hurt, so fear 1 was gone.

Half a glass of wine in, and I was more relaxed than I’d been in a really long time. I can’t even remember in which order everything went between the trimming and the stone massage! There was a “thing” that looked suspiciously like a cheese grater with a handle that she went to work on my heels, big toe and under my foot in the arch that really tickled and had me howling because it was funny and maybe a little because of the wine), a sugar scrub, some lavender oil leg and foot massage, but not necessarily in that order, altho I know the cheese grater, overly large microplane-thing was first. Relaxation tends to jumble your thoughts a little. I literally stopped thinking about anything except how WONDERFUL all of this was!

Then the hot rocks. Two round flat stones, really warm, were massaged on one leg and foot, then placed under said foot while the other leg and foot were massaged with the other hot stone, which was placed under the other foot. O. M. G!!!!

Tina massaged something yummy smelling on my legs and feet prior to her wrapping both in hot towels. Then the rinse and polish.

Needless to say, I won’t scrape the husband’s feet or legs with rough heels tonight and I picked a cute pair of colors:


Pool party and beach-ready piggies. Just in time for a week’s vacation!

If you’ve never had a pedi? Why? If you love them? I get it. Now. But better late than never, right? Needless to say? I will be a repeat offender! ❤

Until next time, y’all!

About Julie the Workaholic

Mom of three (grown) sons and one (grown) step-daughter, wife of one, friend of many, and owned by seven 4-legged critters, writer, photographer, friend, huge fan of life, and most of all, lover of all things beautiful .….Getting healthy, and hoping to make a dent in the world in a most positive way! (And then there's my alter-ego, the Workaholic, who is me, just unfiltered.)
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2 Responses to Am I The Only One Who’d Never Had a Pedi?

  1. I’ve never had a pedi and have no desire for one, although I admit your post makes it sound very soothing. In my case, it would probably be pointless since I don’t wear sandals.

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