Broken Food Diaries 3: One Foot Pedicure Please. Alternatively Titled: The Second Time I Cried (Tears Of Joy) At Piandre
That’s right, I only have one foot currently that can get a pedicure and I have also cried twice publicly at Piandré. Give me a minute, I’ll get to that part.
A lesson recently learned is that salon upkeep should be especially planned for if you have some type of injury, are bed ridden or recently hospitalized. I have to rest a lot because of the broken foot and back pain so exercise is out the window for two more months. It’s easy to feel like a useless blob when even taking a shower is considered a fulfillment. From a recent trip to Piandré I learned to never underestimate the power of a fresh cut/color, an eyebrow wax, the human touch and a one foot pedicure.
A trip to the salon isn’t just about the external looks, although it does help tremendously to not have to cut my own toe nails and have a pop of color down there. The most uplifting part of a visit to the salon is the healing touch and care of others that soothe an overworked mom and human.
A few years back I still had little ones at home most of the day, and while I absolutely loved being at home with the boys I was knee deep in life. You guys, this is even with our full time helper, #chandapoppins, which tells you how much care a stay at home mom really does. Since I am blonde and a procrastinator, I usually wait to schedule an appointment at Piandré until my roots are too exposed and ensures a daily top knot until l can get an appointment. One particular visit I must have been really overwhelmed because as I laid back in the shower bowl to have my hair conditioned the warm water flowing, the hands of a young assistance massaging some extravagant product in my hair I silently wept. I spend most of my days, thoughts, energy and spirit to small humans and not often enough do I let someone else care for me the way I give so freely to my family. I sat in that chair and silently cried through the whole conditioning realizing how many mothers feel the same way but also had an intense gratitude for salons. These regular tita’s are really on to something. Why wouldn’t you want someone else to care for you after you’ve given yourself away all day? I’ve held on to this little moment for quite sometime until recently I found myself silently weeping at Piandré once again.
this is how I roll na! crazy bed head and a wheel chair. thank you piandré for breathing life into this tangled mess!
Romeo gave me the best back massage of my life. He is an assistant but in his past life he was a masseuse. He even shared tips and stretches with me to help with my lower back pain since injuring my foot.
au is the kilay kween. you must let her cast her magical spell on your kilay and give you new life!
dm is my colorist. he too has a magical way around the blonde walis ting ting. if you’re a blondie and need color, dm is your guy. just make sure he uses the ivory toner. :)
I have been so fortunate to have only broken my foot, this injury has been painful but more of an inconvenience and annoyance than anything else really, and for that I am extremely grateful. Feelings of inadequacy have been frustrating as I have had to depend on others so much to help me, with literally everything. However, visiting a salon while in this state is nice because they are there to help you! So, I went to get my hair cut, colored, one foot a pedicure and eye brows waxed because I didn’t have to ask anyone to do it, they just did it and they did it well! It was so liberating. During my visit I rolled back from a hair wash to find a cheery bouquet of yellow flowers and a note card waiting for me. Charles, my pedicurista for the last 3 years, had surprised me with a heartwarming gesture. This was the first time through this whole broken foot fiasco that someone gifted me some cheery blooms. The thoughtful and personal act made me quietly weep once again, this time in my wheel chair.
