Nails and Services

My aunt Bay is visiting me right now. She's always been one of my favorite people. She's an artist in every sense of the word and was never afraid of an adventure. I usually was. I grew up hearing her stories of travel and experiences that would make my jaw drop, eyes big, and head swirl with imagination. She would often put her experiences into plays and I'd sit front row watching her play multiple characters she had met over the years, fascinated, and enthralled. For the first time, I'm about to have an adventure she's never quite been on.

Bay and I decided to get pedicures today. Neither of us are girlie- girls. We are not afraid to show our toes without polish and neither of us has a manicure. We just both needed our feet to be worked on, for different reasons. Bay's toes needed a deep cleaning and foot shaving from the work she does taking care of her land and large garden. She did get some color, but she is not likely to get another pedicure for nearly a year. It's a treat!

My last pedi was in March, before a cruise. My first pedi was with a GA friend and T.S. when I was being shown that getting a pedicure was a nice self pampering. Today's pedicure was simple. Just clean up my toes, shorten my nails, and add no polish. I am not self surrendering with pretty polished toes.

In Carswell, there is a salon. Although the 'on the books' way to get services is through payment on my commissary account, in reality services are done through the unofficial 'barter system.' 

Technically, bartering items is against prison rules. This makes it very difficult to know what I will do. All I want to do is get out of prison ASAP and keep myself out of trouble. But, over a period of time, I'm inevitably going to need one or more services.