I deeply adore pedicures. My mother is a mani/pedi addict (she gets a manicure weekly, I think, and a pedicure once a month, without fail) so I was raised to regard them as a special treat, and I have to admit, I absolutely love them. Manicures are nice but seem silly to me most of the time (because I wash dishes with these hands, knead bread dough, sometimes garden, not to mention typing typing typing -- nail polish inevitably chips too soon on my fingers) but pedicures are like little gifts from God. The foot massage! And the lotions! And then some kind of pretty sparkly color! Yeah -- they bring out the femme in me.

I just made an appointment for my first pedicure of the spring (late May, the day before I go to Texas for a week -- and no, that's not coincidental at all) and I'm already kind of looking forward to it. :-)