Sensibly Spoiled...

I didn't have my first salon manicure until I was 24 or even my first salon haircut until I was 20. I was a "lucky" kid who just happened to have a mom who went to Beauty School in the 60's.

Haircuts were given at home, in the kitchen using a kitchen towel and a clip to keep the stray hairs off of our clothing, a drinking glass for water to dip the black comb into, and we would all help sweep up the mess afterwards.

My mom always had the most beautiful nails, that she would shape and polish herself and would take great care with my own home manicures she would give me.

When I turned 15, I started cutting my own hair and it was never quite the same again. I would never take the care that she did, but as long as my bangs were big, the job was done right.

I have maybe had 6 professional manicures since reaching adulthood. My nails are not a priority to me - neither in vanity or cost - but somehow I felt compelled to ask Eloise if she wanted her nails done last weekend.

Sure I paint my daughter's nails now and then - but I can never reach the lovely perfection that my mother did with mine, nor take the great care she always did, complete with foot rub.

Eloise loved getting her nails professionally done. She was so proud of this simple gesture.

I am thinking of setting up some semi-regular appointments. Even at an early age, I think we all need to be sensibly spoiled now and then.

xoxo, t