On my last day as a single lady, my mom treated my friends and me to the ultimate girly indulgence. I got my very first pedicure.
The experience was everything I ever thought it would be. The massaging chairs, the swirling, warm water, the scads of servants feeding me grapes and fanning my entourage with large palm leaves. It was absolute perfection.
(I painted them blue, in honor of my pending nuptials. Just in case you were curious.)