I got invited the first year by my bestie Claire, a breast cancer survivor and the keynote speaker the first year. I had such an amazing experience that when Claire then took on chairing the event, I continued to attend. Her fundraising group's color is blue, so I figured I would commemorate the weekend with blue toes and fingernails.
This is a big 'ole heap of exposition just so I can tell you about my experience in the nail salon tonight....
Wellllll, the person doing my toes was a dude. I really really try not to be judgemental about dudes working in the nail salons. I have had some seriously good mani/pedi's from men. However. I was really editing in my head, trying not to be worried about how my toes would look.
First, he was wearing a mask. Not uncommon in a nail salon. They inhale so many fumes, it can be really really toxic.
But this was no ordinary mask. First, it was much more rigid, like the ones men sometimes wear in constructions sites.
And he had taken an industrial sized piece of elastic and stapled it to the sides of the mask about six times on each side with which to strap the mask to his head. Then, he had also stapled a ziploc baggie to the inside. And oh yes, it was Ziploc, you can tell by the red/blue seal that was folded over the edge of the mask.
Then, there was his manicure toolbox. It was a super-size of the regular one that the ladies usually have. His cotton was stored in a large container that used to hold bungee cords from home depot. How do I know? I have that container of bungees in the trunk of my car. His emory board was easily the size of a ruler.
I'm pretty sure instead of using the regular cuticle cutters he used some needle-nosed pliers. And when it came time to paint, his giant man-paws were holding the little paintbrush like it was a very tiny pencil, but then instead of even paint strokes, he was making these little stabby motions toward my toenails.
I was a little worried, to say the least.stab, stab, stab.
stab, stab, stab.
He was just so... stabby.
The end result was pretty OK. The lady who did my hands did give my feet a very close stare-down and seemed to deem them satisfactory after only a minor touch up. Overall, not the best pedicure I've ever had. But Bear-Paw-Magee did the best he could with his giant mitts.
I mean, if you had grabbers like that, could you do this?
