Hanging around a beauty salon wasn't my idea of an afternoon out, although the results pleased The Diminutive One. For the rest of the trip I had to fight for attention with the nails, as she would rather have looked at them than me, which is easy to understand at times.
I did fear that she would come out with monstrous multi coloured tallons, although the end result was tasteful. The girl that did it didn't say a single word throughout the procedure. Maybe they don't teach that "So, going on holiday this year?" chit chat that you get in the UK when having your hair cut.
I had no idea that one needed perfect nails to go to the beach.
Look, perfect nails on the beach.
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