Decadence

Maybe you will not be able to ascertain, but to the left is a picture of decadence. Until Luke and Frema's wedding, I had experienced one professional manicure. When Luke and Frema were married last May, I had my nails manicured for the second time in my almost sixty years. Last November, I had another manicure and my first pedicure. You see, once you start down the path of destruction there is no stopping along the way.

In December, Luke and Frema generously provided a gift certificate for the State of Mind Salon and Day Spa. I used the gift to have another pedicure and ...acrylic nails. Now, you are realizing how my demise continues. After years of sporting broken, uneven, and colorless nails, I am setting aside hours to have acrylic fills with sordid colors like I am Really Not A Waitress, 25 Colorful Years, Smokin' in Havana, and Jewel of India. I loved everything about these phony nails. I liked the exotic colors, the clicking sound of the falsies on my keyboard, and the lovely shape of each nail created by the expert manicurist. However, as summer looms in the future, I decided that it was time to go natural. Additionally, I have had a few accidents with the fake nails. Finally for summer, my decadent self yearns to have painted toenails and the luxurious foot massages that is an integral of each pedicure. My problem is although I can afford to have both manicures and pedicures, my frugal (cheap) self does not easily spend money on such frivolities.

Perhaps, you thinking what a crazy old lady. The picture does not show acrylic nails or a finely pedicured foot. However, those plain, colorless, and stubby nails cost $102.00. Granted that amount includes an eyebrow waxing (another decadence), Nail Envy, a nail strenghtener, Solar Oil, a cuticle revitalizer, as well as tips for the manicurist and the eyebrow wax technician. Most of cost was dedicated for the soaking, scraping, and removing the fake nails. So you see this is a picture of decadence; decadence I tell you.