
I'm pretty sure the woman doing my manicure thought I was a complete idiot--I certainly wasn't in the "know" of how things were done. But she tolerated me while everyone else gathered around the cutie next to me who was eating up all the attention and pampering. Of course, once she saw the pedicure chairs with foot bath and massage, she was pretty sure she needed an upgrade. Sorry sweetie...maybe next year!

The finished result! I'd picked out a nice "Wow!" color for myself, but my friend suggested trying a french manicure. Once I was done Trevian looked at me like "what a waste Mom!" Trev spent the rest of the day admiring her fingers, complete with flowers and sparkly gems on her thumbs. I'm certain she is a diva at heart and would be happy to go for weekly manicures. Me, on the other hand??? I'm thinking I was blessed with pretty great nails of my own--I'm sticking with what I've got. However, I'd probably be on board with the pedicure for next year's birthday month. :)