I’ve been letting myself go recently. Below is a snapshot of my recent depressing internal dialogue:
Q: Would you like a side of fries with that order?
Q: Would you like dessert?
Q: Is that hair on your legs?
A: Damn straight
Q: Are those only 3 polished toe nails?
Every day I reach a new low in terms of my typical maintenance routine, taking a shower and brushing my teeth because that’s just the law.
I finally forced myself to travel down to my usual haunt on 8th St. called Dashing Diva, which seems to be going downhill lately if you ask me. It is kind of a hit or miss depending on your technician, some of whom behave like a basic manicure is beneath them and a waste of time. They rush through your service so that they can get to the next customer who is hopefully getting a pricier service that will yield a substancially higher tip. But I guess that is the case in most places you go.
There are still a few that take their time and are not skimpy with their top coat (why is it so hard to find someone that will coat the entire nail? Just because it’s clear polish doesn’t mean I will not be able to see that you missed a spot! Several spots! Try each nail…spots!) like Lobsang and Sandy, my favorite technicians of the bunch.
They did not do my latest manicure but fortunately I had a decent job done. Rushed but decent. I brought with me a China Glaze nail polish in a shade called Agent Lavender. I love pastel colors, and although this shade is more of a color for Spring, it compliments my overall nonchalant attitude. After all, isn’t it just too hot to care?