Getting a pedicure is, in many ways, a right of passage.
It signifies the end of a work week, a much needed break, a change in season, or a big event. It is also a reminder that we should all take better care of our feet.
When Sleepless, Live Longer and I met for an end of the week pedicure we could not be more ready.
Sleepless had picked the polish off all but her big toes and, due to a recent walk in really cute shoes, was donning two massive blisters.
My toes were ‘naked’ because I had been ‘airing’ them out after several pedicures that involved a lot of dark polish and very little base coat.
Of the three of us, Live Longer’s toes looked best.
With our coffees in hand, we prepared to enjoy the soaking, sloughing, filing, massaging, and pampering.
“I have concerns,” Live Longer advised. “None of my people are here. I hope these white girls know what they’re doing.”
The hour went well and we all walked away, carefully, with our soft, polished and lubricated feet flipping in and out of our flops.
Unfortunately, of all people, Live Longer experienced a pedi fumble. Once home, she noticed the polish did not cover her entire big toe and immediately sent me a text.
“White girls can’t do pedis…Need to stick with my people.”
I, of course, informed her she was being pedi.
