Nail Salon Visits

It’s the peace and quiet for me.I absolutely love coming to the nail salon. I remember as a little girl I would come every two weeks with my mom. Walking in and the smell of nail polish was the best smell ever to me. (I know weird, right!) The endless amount of nail polishes on the wall was a beautiful sight to my young eyes. In the small waiting area there would be as many magazines as there were nail polishes on the wall. As we waited for Kevin,the salon owner, to call my mother over we watched the other ladies get finished up. I was always excited to see what color they had as they walked past me to get out the door.Did they have long or short nails? A bright color or did they get that old school cotton candy color that was “Oh so pretty”😍 and classic? Kevin calls for my mother in broken English.“OK come on,you let’s go. Where is your sister?” My mother and Aunt would often go to the nail salon together. He usually asked where the other sister was. I watched with anticipation, I waited to see my mother’s nails. I wanted to get my nails done so bad as a kid. But my mother always said the same thing whenever I asked. “Getting your nails done is a bill. When you can pay your bills, you can get your nails done.” So when I got my first job at 16 and I was able to afford a nail salon trip,I did just that. And still today, I absolutely love going to the nail salon.It is my alone time when I can sit down, read my magazine and enjoy peace and quiet.