A pedicure is an indulgence that I don’t give myself often enough. So, it was a big deal for me to go to a real spa for one recently.  It was a half-rain, half-flurries kind of a day, and that somehow made my visit a perfect escape.

I had a private room, was offered a selection of (non-alcoholic) drinks, and my feet turned (not beautiful but) less unappealing after forty minutes of attention.  I felt like queen for a day. 

Anybody who looked at my feet as I walked home would see my walking shoes and a pair of socks decorated with pelicans. 

Little did they know that I was a woman with feet that looked like a million dollars.