I’m a reformed nail biter. It took me damn near 25 years to kick that particular bad habit. (Btw, that accomplishment is one of my proudest, and when stress levels are exceedingly high, one that can slip a bit, even now)
One tool that works for me to leave my nails alone is to keep them manicured. All the time. Shellac (or gel depending on which side of the country you happen to live on) manicures have been a saving grace for me, and as long as I keep up on it, I don’t mess with my nails, and the shellac gives them the extra pop of strength that they need to not constantly break.
So I do it. I keep up on it, and I leave my nails the hell alone.
Self care, and more specifically making myself stop working during waking hours, is something that I struggle hugely with.
If I’m not asleep, I’m working. Even in the shower, it’s a constant flow of ideas, adding or checking things off of the many to do lists that are always running in the back of my mind.
The time that I allot for manicures, and the occasional pedicure, is the only time that I don’t feel guilty for not working. (I know, I know, I’m working on it.)
So when I found a nail salon that also has a bar in it, perfection.
Enter Anthony Vince Salons.
When you check it out, their entire menu of services is great, but, make sure to go for the top of the line pedicure, it includes a drink, and the hot rock massage, it’s almost better than sex. (Yes, I just said that)
You can find their menu of services by clicking HERE.
Margaritas are refreshing and tangy and wonderful when they’re done properly. When they’re not done properly, (cough*store bought mix*cough), they’re saccharine, cloying, and out right terrible.
Terry, my step dad, makes the best margaritas on the planet, with the jet fuel strength of Armando’s coming in second, and for very different reasons. I’m aware that the bar upon which I measure margaritas it quite tall. I’m ok with that.
Finding a solid, go to margarita (that we’re not making at home) has been an exercise in futility.
Uuuuuuuuntil the margarita that was put in my hand while I was getting a pedicure at Anthony Vince’s at Easton.
Their pedicures are so incredibly relaxing, the attention to detail that they pay, and the massages that they give, all make the slightly higher price point well worth it.
Plus, they make a bad ass margarita.