Tag Archive | Foot care

Ruby Everyday Nail Salon

I’m not a nail person. In the twenty-odd years since I discovered the joys of outsourcing my nail care, I don’t think I’ve ever been able to make it out of a nail salon without ruining my manicure. Then I continue to ruin it with my frequent hand washing and inherent carelessness.

A friend introduced me to the miracle of UV gel manicures and I thought I’d found the answer to my manicure woes. They last forever and could probably withstand a nuclear explosion. But after two or so rounds of such manicures, my normally strong nails weakened, split, and peeled with a vengeance. Clearly UV gel manicures are also not in my personal grooming future except for special occasions. I’ve long ago given up getting manicures of any kind; it’s a maddening Sisyphean effort at best.

But through all my manicure disappointments, it’s the pedicure that has almost never let me down. Which is good because I can’t comfortably reach down low enough to do more than apply lotion to my feet. *glares down at Homer Simpson belly in shame* I don’t think I’ve ever managed to do even a passable polishing job on my own feet and I admit to harboring a secret hatred of all the ladies out there who can polish their toenails quickly and tidily without other people mistaking their feet as the object of a pre-school art project.

Since moving to Flushing, I’ve been on the hunt for a nice nail salon that doesn’t charge a small fortune for a good pedicure and is convenient to my new home. There are lots of nail salons in the area but really none stand out as The One. It’s a lot like dating, come to think of it.

I think I’ve found it in Ruby Everyday Nail Salon in Whitestone where my feet are being worked on as I type. It’s not nearly as conveniently located as I’d like but I’m probably just bitter because I walked a couple of miles to get here and am not only feeling grossly sweaty but exhausted too.

So exhausted, in fact, that I picked out a pink polish that is much much brighter than I expected. Like hot pink when I thought it was just kind of bright in the bottle. Oh well. Beauty is all about being experimental, right?

Yikes, it’s really bright. I may have crossed into neon pink territory. :O

I tried not to giggle when the nail tech (crap, I’ve forgotten her name!) applied the callus remover (additional $9) and she couldn’t get the plastic wrap over my gigantic feet. When you are descended from Fred Flintstone and hobbits, you can’t help but try to find the amusement related to said clodhoppers.

IMG_1730.JPGI really have to remember to take before and after shots.

They include a hot stone foot massage with every pedicure; the nail file or cuticle pusher they used on Foot Fungus Fanny before you is not also used on you; and the nail tech who worked on my tootsies was super thorough.The salon is clean, well organized, and quiet.

Not gonna lie: I don’t want to give Ruby Everyday Nail Salon any props in case they get too popular, but they’re all so friendly and polite, I can’t keep them a secret!

Dream Feet Exfoliating Foot Mask

I’m not entirely sure, but judging by my feet, I may be descended from an odd mix of Hobbits, Fred Flintstone, and Sasquatch. My size 10WW are also blessed with bunions and corns. Did I mention my ankles are severely pronated (they roll to the inside as I walk)? With all these foot issues, it’s no wonder I have a hard time keeping them smooth.

It doesn’t get much sexier than my gnarly feet, does it?

I’ve been searching for a lazy way of getting that wonderfully soft and smooth just-pedicured effect without having to go to the salon, where I always over-tip the poor nail tech who has to deal with my dogs. It’s my way of apologizing for putting her through such a harrowing experience because every time I get a pedicure, my feet look as if they’ve never been pedicured before.

I invested in pumice stones, brushes, exfoliating foot creams (Bliss used to make a wonderful one but it’s never been quite the same after Marcia Kilgore sold the business), foot files, those moisturizing socks, and even bought a callus shaver that I couldn’t work up the courage to use. And still my feet remained virtually bullet-proof.

A couple of weeks ago, I was browsing Amazon for a moisturizing foot mask when I saw something called Dream Feet.

I wish I had dreamy feet, I thought, and immediately ordered a pair. Yes, pair. Because these are little plastic booties you slide your tough, leathery clodhoppers er, feet into. Sorry, I’m projecting.

Anyway, these little booties are lined with fruit acids to exfoliate and chamomile extracts to soothe. The directions on the package say to leave these things on for up to 90 minutes. I lay on my bed and window-shopped for fab shoes in which to show off my gorgeous new feet while wearing the sock-masks on for an hour before I decided to rinse off the solution; my feet were starting to get warm and tingly and I was afraid they would burn off if I left the socks on too long. I mean, it didn’t really burn or even hurt, but I’m a paranoid person and didn’t want to take a chance.

For the next five days, I stared at my feet, hoping the skin would come off in one big sheet like a snake molting and leaving behind a snake-shaped shell of skin. Nothing. If anything, the soles looked super super dry and cracked. They felt papery and tight. The package said you don’t see any sign of peeling for five to seven days, but of course, I’m all about instant gratification and was disappointed in the lack of results.

After a long day of work today (day six), I flopped onto my bed and pulled off my socks. And gaped at my feet. There were sheets of skin just hanging off my soles.

You know when something is just too gross not to look? Yeah, it’s like that.

Which is why I’m going to post a picture of my peeling foot. So if you’re easily yucked out, stop reading.

For real.

Don’t say I didn’t warn you so don’t yell at me later! 😀

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Ha, I didn’t notice until just now but apparently I’ve been shedding large bits of skin; I found pieces in the hallway that must have fallen off as I walked around the apartment. Good. New toys for the cat!

I’m really thrilled to be seeing my feet molt. Is that weird? It’s just kind of nice to see the newer skin underneath. I mentally croon to it and make all kinds of promises about taking tender and loving care of it.

Oh yeah, the directions also say not to pick at the peeling skin and just let it come off when it’s ready. Erm, How can you not pick at it???

In sum, I would buy this again just for the ick factor and the eventual foot smoothing. It doesn’t happen right away, and apparently soaking your feet for a few minutes before putting on the booties will help the cream do its job more efficiently. Which I did. I’m kind of afraid of what tomorrow’s molting is going to look like.