Not my feet! Photocredit: MaxFx PhotoExpress
Drop in beauty salons are a great idea as you don’t need an appointment (hence drop in) so you don’t have to plan ahead on how hairy your legs are going to get. When it’s time to go, you just go, sit and wait however long is necessary and then get what you need doing done. These seem to be a necessity in French culture, especially with the current display of poor weather meaning that a sunny day takes us completely by surprise. Generally at the drop in one, there’s always about a half hour wait so I was in shock today when I walked in and I was seen straightaway.
Pleased with myself that I hadn’t had to queue, I succumbed to the beauty treatment of the month, a pedicure, and let myself relax knowing that work was quiet and that I had the whole afternoon to catch up if need be.
I hope the beautician was earning good commission though, as I think she got more than she bargained for when I peeled off my trainers and socks and revealed my trotters! I don’t think she expected to nearly get two black eyes either! My tigglish feet meant that I had serious lack of control on a couple of occasions when I nearly kicked her in the face! I don’t think she will be so keen to up sell to me in the future…
The pedicure was so relaxing I lost track of the time and the main reason for my venture into town: La Poste. Ah, the dreaded French postal office. As soon as I was finished, realizing that it was 1pm, I quickly dashed to the post office only to find they were in the process of closing for lunch! Oh no I thought, I’ll have to come back later in the day, meaning a complete loss of time and more missed work, the shame! I explained my predicament to the lady closing up and she ever so kindly let me in and as there were no other customers I was seen straightaway. Given all the horror stories I’ve heard about La Poste and judging from my own past experiences I will consider this a miracle.
The miracle didn’t last long though. I was quickly put into place as walking back the heavens opened and I got a true soaking!
Oooh, I have terribly ticklish feet too. I’m a beautician’s nightmare especially if she has the bad idea to take a scalpel to my soles.
Those feet in the picture look unreal. I’d hate to have toenails that long. I like mine trimmed right down. Otherwise you’re liable to turn a gentle caress of your dearly beloved during the night into a vicious attack with blood, swearing and a general Falling Out.
Gobsmacked by la Poste!
Ticklish! Yes, that’s the word I was looking for nearly all afternoon. Sometimes the English language slips my grasp and I invent words…
ewkkk! How long are those toe nails? I completely didn’t notice that. Freakish!
I like mine toenails trimmed down too – no viscious toe nail attacks in this household!
I desperately need a pedicure. I did a blog post once about my feet…haha as you do! Ever since I moved go Turkey my feet are absolutely awful. I don’t know what causes it, but at the moment I’m too embarrassed to let anyone else see them!
Ah Piglet, just knowing someone who has recently had a pedicure makes me feel better. I had one in December in the U.S. Here, I do it myself with my feet in the mop bucket. Not nearly so relaxing! Amazing about the post. I can’t believe she let you come in. Great things happen every day, don’t they? Aside from this amazingly crummy weather.
La Poste is a very good service in France. It will be sad if they are ever privatized.
I have a phobia about feet and can hardly stand my own. I could never be a pedicurist.
I’ve never liked going to La Poste where the queuing is eccentric and the service questionable. But I’ve always had good service from the postman and the parcel delivery guys. I’ve never had a pedicure though. Perhaps I should one day or don’t blokes do that?
@ayak: I can’t find your blog post, would be intrigued to read?! I tried searching over at yours under feet and foot, but nothing came up other than football! I also checked out the health categories (interesting read by the way).
I was too embarrassed to get my feet out too, now after the pedicure they’re wonderful and no longer look like pigs trotters!
@Delana: if I wasn’t going away I think my feet may still be hidden in socks and shoes! Who would have thought we’d be having such awful weather in June? I’ve never experienced this before and I’ve been here for on/off 14 years! For once my moaning is justified.
I think I will keep up the pedicures after with homemade ones although I’m not sure about putting them in the mop bucket!
I’m still in denial about my good luck at the post. A true miracle…
@Dedene: I know! However much I complain about the post (more about the workers rather than the service itself) I do appreciate the service they offer although I know others on the blogosphere haven’t had the same luck
@Dumdad: I think men should get pedicures and hairy feet waxed at same time
LOL! I don’t know whether the beauticians would do them though, although if they’ve done mine I think they’ll do anybodies!
I’m with Sarah — looking at the toenails in the picture up there, I kept thinking “They are so LONG!”
I am glad you got a little pampering in, though.
The ending of the story of your day cracked me up, what with the lucky postal moment but then the rain giving you a soaking! It’s evil that I laughed, but it really was a kind of “black comedy” moment in your life.
*sigh* Rain, rain, go away, is all I keep thinking. This week is looking up so far! Not to jinx it or anything.