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Monica has seen me through some pretty rough patches in my life and in my health. When my dizzy spells were at there worst, pre-head injury, this past summer, I nearly passed out on her table. She knew just what to do.
Love you, Monica. Thanks for your healing touch in my life.
Head to Toe
Kerri and her friend Judy just reached a milestone when they opened their own salon together a few months ago. I'm so happy for them. The name of the salon is Head to Toe. If you are in Pueblo, it is on Pueblo Boulevard right next door to Mi Ranchito. They have created a warm, welcoming, soothing place to go to have your nails and/or your hair done.
Head to Toe
Some may not care about getting a manicure, or a pedicure, but I love to have both. When looking for a manicurist, I insist that I go to a place that clean, like crazy clean, and managed by professional people who take more time being caring and clean than in making money by pushing through as many clients as they can in a day. This is just a basic in my book. If I can also enjoy the atmosphere, the other stylists, the other clients, and my own manicurist at the same time, then I am really happy. While Judy has never done my hair, I have come to know her over the years and look forward to seeing her and chatting with her as Kerri does my nails.
Kerri and I have shared some pretty funny times together. I sometimes bring her tuna fish sandwiches and we have lunch while I soak my feet. One time last winter we had a terrible snow storm and the roads were sheer ice because the temperatures were hovering around -3 F during the day, but I had an appointment for a pedicure and manicure that day, and I wasn't going to miss it.
I walked into the shop in my UGG boots. I walked out in sandals. Kerri had already taken my keys, turned on my car to heat it up, and then she helped me to the car so I wouldn't slip and fall. I was not about to mess up my pedicure by putting on my boots. Mike, the owner of the shop she was in at time, said, "Your clients are nuts." Nuts, maybe, but I had no time to let my nails dry, I had to drive across town to my real therapist. Now, when I walked in her office in sandals, carrying my UGG boots, well that is the topic for another post.
Love you, Kerri! Thanks for commiserating with me during the difficult times, crying with me during my grief, being there for me when I need a friend who understands, laughing at my stories, and sharing stories of your beautiful girls and your wonderful new granddaughter with me. Your life has blessed mine. You are a very special friend who has always given me your healing touch.