So we went last Sunday. And we had such a ball at the beauty supply store, with Annie there to help us pay less with her professional license. Some polish colors were from last year and were on sale and that added to the thrill. Women LOVE sales. (I am sure men love sales too, but the excitement women exhibit when they talk about their good fortune... that is something men don't share.) Mom said we were like this when we were little girls: Rae and I would dress ourselves up and walk on grandma's bed as models on runway, with whatever we could find to wrap around our bodies, even our feet had pretend sandals on. Oh, those sweet memories.
Then I got my manicure/pedicure with my new color today. Deciding what color to put on any given day has been a lesson of self awareness. How do I feel today? more pink than brown? more blue than yellow? I am becoming a pro! My sense for color has also sharpened. "I want a little more pink." I would say, laughing at myself at the same time, like, who would have noticed! Who cares?! But I do, and that's all that matters. Talking about self respect! haha.
Linda and I had a great time when she was doing my nails. I showed her a picture of Tim on my cell phone and she said "wow! he is good looking!" and that made me blush, (I guess) like a high schooler. I tried not to smile as I told her how we were planning to go to the beach tomorrow, but hard as I tried, I couldn't but smile. She shared my joy and in her Vietnamese English, said "good man... good man?" I said, "yes, he is a good man." We talked about my color and we were so happy. It doesn't take too much for two girlfriends to be happy with each other. We just talk about how we like to be pretty.
After that I went to Pho70 to order to go for myself. Today is Friday, and Friday is always special for me. What can be a better way to celebrate Friday than to order Vietnamese to go after mani/pedi? As I pointed out to the boss lady what I wanted, she exclaimed "your nail color! It is so pretty! Oh I love that color!" And of course I had to tell her that I just bought the color last Sunday and I suggested I go back to my car to get the polish for her so she can buy it online too! For this, she gave me a 3 cents discount on my order. I was happy. Went back to car, got the nail polish and gave it for her to copy down the color name at the bottom of the bottle. She took out a piece of paper and carefully copied the barcode number. I admired how she wrote her numbers like the French do. While I was waiting for my order, she told me how this color made my skin tone lighter and my toes slender. I felt like clapping my hands.
On my way home, I thought about how I love being a woman.
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