Indulgence

Since, as a single girl, it’s just me in this wacky world of unpredictability, I’ve learned not to squander my hard earned pennies and to keep an eye on my checkbook balance. Even though I’ve found ways to cut corners and save a few bucks, every now and then this girly girl must splurge to do what she has to do. Yes, it may require eating macaroni and cheese for a week, but in my humble opinion the expense is well worth it.

Pedicures are my self-indulgence. I love the pampering: flipping through fashion magazines while succumbing to the vibrating chair, a foot massage and a fresh coat of OPI Red.

And wouldn’t you agree that it’s a much lovelier shade than the purple hue I’m yet again sporting on my little toe after going mano y mano with a wall this week? Ouch! Did I happen to mention I also dropped a file cabinet drawer on the same foot last night? Just call me Grace. Fortunately, while the floor may have chipped, my polish did not!

Not to worry. I’m healing and slowly but surely returning to the ranks of the stiletto clad. Hobbling around in flip flops does nothing for a girly girl’s image, after all.