Monday Moods: I feel... nailed.

In my final moments in the States,

I took the time to indulge in a luxury 

that I miss out on living in England.

I got a pedicure.

Sure, we have pedicures here in England...

but they just aren't the same.

The salons don't have the big massage chairs & a decade of gossip magazines,

the leg massages are a bit skimpy,

and I have yet to see any customer be offered

a plastic cup of {boxed} wine.

Almost all of these could be overlooked-

but the real trouble is

that pedicures cost about twice as much here in England

than they do in the States.

In the midst of hugging loved ones,

chowing on Mexican food,

and shopping at Saks & Nordstroms-

I spent an hour in pure US nail salon bliss...

complete with all the standard elements:

Hobby Lobby Decor...

Customers who couldn't say no

to the hard-sell for eye-brow waxing...

Scary mannequin hands decked out in air-brushed nail art.

A well-attended Buddhist shrine.

Boxed wine from a mini-fridge.

This was the 2nd of 3 glasses a woman next to me had... 

{Easy there, mama!}

The sweetest women who can do nails

like nobody's business....

While bar-be-que and 100 degree heat make me feel like a Texan,

something about getting a pedicure

sure did remind me that I was back in America.

It also reminded me of this stand-up sketch 
by Anjelah Johnson...

*all images original to Aspiring Kennedy