Tag Archives: Chicago

Chicago through my lens

A few weekends ago my friend Vessie was in town.

We spent a lovely Saturday meandering about Chicago with our cameras, stopping for tea, and feasting on Mexican food.

Weddings were afoot!

Hello wedding party! Do you mind that we’re shamelessly and obviously taking pictures of you?

Look, another wedding party! Wow. Love is exploding all over this city.

(photo by Vessie)

The day was hazy and warm–it was the beginning of the end of a cold spring and the beginning of the beginning of a hot summer.

Did that make any sense?

Consider that question rhetorical–in fact, I’ve ceased to associate ‘blogging’ with ‘making sense.’ The two just don’t always go together.

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See what I mean?

Anyway, enjoy these shots of a city that 2 years ago I was open to liking, 1 year ago I really liked, and now . . .

. . . I love.

I don’t want to leave.

Excuse me while I go get emotional about missing a city I haven’t left yet and won’t be leaving anyway for at least another 3-4 years.

It’s called ‘pre-nostalgia nostalgia’ and I’ve been known to engage in it from time to time.

(Photo by Vessie)

BYOB Pedicure

For my birthday a couple weeks ago, my friend Carrie took me to Arbre Nail Spa to get my first pedicure ever.

I know . . . 28 years old and not a single pedicure. I’ve also never had a manicure–not even for my wedding–I know some of you are shivering in horror. Don’t try to hide it.

It was BYOB–Bring Your Own Birthdaygirl. So Carrie brought me! Thanks Carrie.

Oh, and you can also bring some of this stuff:

White, girly, delicious wine.

In the spirit of documenting the experience, I started with a picture of my feet pre-pedicure.

I know that some people out there have a thing about feet. They don’t like ’em. They don’t like to look at ’em. They get uneasy when people start taking off their footwear. If that’s you: you certainly do not want to keep scrolling down. Because it’s all about the feet today.

My callouses were a little out of control, as you can see in this unflattering close up.

That’s one uuuugly sole right there.

We carefully chose our colors. Here’s the old red color on Carrie’s toes:

Yes, I think this new shade will look fab, girlfriend.

After waiting for two seats to free up next to each other, Carrie and I adjourned to the little foot-soaking station. The chairs vibrated and massaged you with little rollers. There’s even a personal remote control for your chair! Man, the things I’ve been missing.

Soaking, scrubbing, buffing, lotioning–it all felt great. I even got a calf massage–it was fierce, painful, and wonderful all at once.

Carrie looked like she was in severe pain for about half of her pedicure. Then it turned out that she’s just severely ticklish.

Conclusion: I loved it. However, I can’t get addicted to it because it costs something known as ‘money,’ ‘green ones,’ or ‘hard cash.’

The results were lovely, though. My feet have never been more beautiful. Of course, you can’t tell because this picture turned out dark and weird-looking.

No, I didn’t paint my toenails black. It’s a deep, gorgeous red. But the lighting at the back of the spa was all wrong.

Callouses = no longer terrifying.

I’m thinking once per year should be enough to keep me feeling appropriately decadent.