A little pre-Canada/Cabo pedicure at Dashing Diva. 

My toes haven’t seen a pedicurist in…oh, about four months (I know, and no, they were not cute). I usually do my own sorta-pedicures (by which I mean a clipping and a haphazard polish change), but figured since my feet will soon be swishing gloriously about in Mexican waters, they should look up to the task. I’ve never been to Dashing Diva before, but loved all their little touches: complimentary teas and coffees, a selection of scented massage lotions…and rose petals in the water. Who doesn’t like that?

At $35, the pedicure was about $10 more than I usually like to pay for a pedicure, but hey, amortized over four months that’s…not very much at all.