mani-pedi

Just back from having all nails done with Val and Ellen in advance of Val's wedding reception on Friday evening. I will miss the party but at least they didn't evict me from the prep evening. It was lovely -although the pedicures here are never the fantastic experience they are in Russia where they literally reduce your feet to babylike softness - a process which takes an hour of serious filing and abrasion punctuated by lovely cups of tea and big chocolates. My feet aren't for the faint of heart, and it is always reassuring to have them gone after with the fortitude unique to Russians in the beauty trade. Two summers ago I got a pedicure there and, no joke, the polish lasted for weeks without a single nick or chip. Last time it was November and I did briefly wonder what you do when it really isn't flip flop weather and you have to leave the salon and keep your lovely new toes safe while they harden. Who knew, you put them in plastic bags and then into your winter boots. Genius.