I’m partial to pedicures. Nothing makes me feel more glamorous than having pretty feet. My monthly pedi is my non-negotiable. I will always find the loola for a pedi. My reasoning is; when I was a smoker, I always had the money for smokes. Even when I was a dirt poor student, I would still hunt out coins from the back of the sofa and the bottom of the car to afford singles. I would borrow money for ciggies. I would flirt with boy smokers to get my fix. I always managed to score that old nicotine.
So, I reckon, now that I’ve given up smoking, I can spend that money on pedis. In fact, in the five years since I gave up coffin nails, it’s now cheaper to have gorgeous tootsies than it is to inhale burning tobaccy.
My incredible pedi lady understands my obsession. We might fight over colour (she’s into pink, I love dark, blood reds), but we agree that a paint should last 3 weeks at least and that the foot massage is the best part.
But lately, with all things global feeling the dire pinch of recession, I’ve been feeling a teeny niggle of guilt. I’ve been wondering if I should be spending this money on something so utterly frivolous. But then I think dammit, I can give up a whole lot of things before I give up my monthly indulgence. There are other things, like wine, or food, that I can give up if it’s gets really dire.
The pedis stay.
What’s your non-negotiable?