Last summer, Rachel slammed her finger in the car door, breaking her nail about halfway down. It was ugly and gnarly for several months, and I promised when it all grew out, I'd take her to get a manicure.
She managed to hold still long enough to get painted but at least one nail was smudged by the time we were done. The manicurist said, "She likes to talk, doesn't she?"
Stephanie also got a manicure, a French manicure. She's a big milk drinker and consequently has beautiful, long nails.
Uh oh, I better not let B see this. She would love a manicure!
ReplyDeleteManicures are such fun treats. Kaitlyn has a gift certificate for one that she got for Christmas. I should remind her to use that. I might just have to steal your photo of the day idea.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful and so much fun! :)
ReplyDeleteWonder if we can find a place in China that will do manicures. No place here in the great white north...
ReplyDeleteMarleen, I bet you can. When we were there in 2003, Stephanie got a hair cut and I think she had three young male stylists working on her at the same time.
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