Let me describe.
I sit in a cushioned leather chair, the pedicurist puts my feet in a bowl of warm water and turns on a Jacuzzi-like thing. Aaah! Then, one foot at a time, he trims the nails and cuticle, and the foot goes back in the Jacuzzi while he ministers to the other foot. Then he smooths the clipped edges of the nails with an emery board.
After that comes a smoothing, very fine pumice stone. He goes all around the toes, the ankles, the heels, and soles--everywhere that gets rough or maybe callused.
Then comes the massage. With lotion. From the toes to the knees. This guy has the most beautiful hands. The fingers are long and slim--and powerful. I am becoming so relaxed I almost slide out of the chair.
Now the feet go back into the warm water, and the lotion is removed from the toenails. And those funny toe separaters are slipped between each toe. Time for color. I chose a bright, fire engine red. I have to remember it's called Hawaiian Punch so I can get the same color the next time. Oh, yes, I plan to budget a pedicure about every other month.
After all this, he uses a very fine emery board to smooth the surface of the nails, then comes the painting. First a colorless basecoat, then two coats of color, then a topcoat. Just like a manicure. Then I sit in front of a small heater turned on low to "cure" the polish, for about 20 minutes. After that, if you ask for it ahead of time, comes the final warm paraffin foot bath. When the paraffin is peeled off, the skin feels like silk.
Now if that isn't pure, sybaritic pleasure I don't know what is.
Thank you my darling daughter!!