Solar Nails, The Sublime, and the Ridiculous....

I used to think it was a big joke to pay someone to do your nails or give you a pedicure or wax your eyebrows, or whatever other crazy thing we women do in the name of beauty.  As I have aged, I have submitted myself more and more to the process of the sublime and the ridiculous.  I get my haircut every 4 weeks (like clock work), colored when it becomes to much my new shade (can you say completely GRAY through and through!!!!) and when money and time allow I go to CoCo Nails and get a pedicure and have my nails done.  They love me there and let me tell you why.  I  don't understand a word they say and I am not picky about what is done to me (never have been and mostly because when God was passing out the femininity genes, I only got one!).  Over the years, I have let various friends that I trust or were being blackmailed by drag me off to various places to go through wacky beauty rituals.  The latest is Tina, the pedicure lady at CoCo nails.  She is incredible.  It is not just her random singing in Vietnamese or whatever obscure Asian country she hails from, it is her complete ability to disassociate from you and the world and still manage to scrape, scrub, trim, paint, and massage your feet and legs.  I have never seen anything or anyone like it.  I'd pay a million dollars for her.  She takes my yucky pedestrians (that is feet for those of you who are wondering and yes, I commit the foot sin of walking barefoot without socks - don't tell anyone) and in a mere hour or so transforms them into dainty (yes, can you imagine) baby soft beautiful feet.  I am amazed.  I always forget that all the nerve endings in my body seem to be located on the bottom of my feet, but after a brief interlude where my  body leaves earth for a few moments, I find myself back in the spa chair actually enjoying her otherwordly ministrations to my tootsies.  I swear today she sang and played this little piggy with my toes in her foreign tongue.  My nails are done too.  Today Kim, my nail lady said, "I give you solar nails, they pretty."  I say, "Hey, okay fabulous."  I think they are slowly working me up to the big time!!  

Anyway, I understand the fuss now.  When I drive away, there is something so feminine about having painted toenails and french tips!!  I love it.  I guess getting older has some plusses.