The picture I used today is true of this little gem of a place called Hair and Nails by Southern Belles which was recommended to me by a dear friend to get my nails done at and it is the most charming place around y’all, it really is.
I’m not a very foo-foo kind of gal anymore, well, I really never was. I don’t wear much make-up, I don’t dress very fancy, prefer flip-flops, t-shirts, and tennis skirts or leggings, and I don’t get pedicures anymore. However, there are 3 things that I foo-foo with from time to time. I color my hair at the same place I’m talking about with an awesome colorist, I wear false eyelashes because I would have none otherwise, and I get my nails done by a dear woman at the Southern Belle place who has become my friend and confidant.
You see about 5 years ago when the Professor/Husband asked me to marry him, he presented me with the most beautiful wedding ring you’ve ever done seen and as he slipped it onto my finger, I decided right then and there that my hands were not worthy of such a beautiful thing, so I decided to doll them up some by getting my nails done.
I liken my nail place’s friendly atmosphere to that movie called “Barber Shop” starring Ice Cube as it is not uncommon for folks to stop by just to sit a spell and chat to any and all of the hilarious and wonderful staff members my nail lady has hired, a lot of family, but not everyone.
So, what prompted this blog today was my visit to my cozy, comfortable, and friendly salon to get my nails done and what went about yesterday.
As I walked in, there was a rambunctious conversation going on between my nail lady’s daughter and one of the hair dressers. They were fussing and cutting up something fierce and you can’t help but sit there and laugh when they laugh and smile because these two ladies are so hilarious and call it like they see it. My kinda gals.
I pop a squat in my nail chair as I hear my nail lady tell the lady she is doing a pedicure on that I am an author. She tells any and everyone that, y’all trying to get my books sold and I think that is something special. As I’m sitting there I look over to nod a greeting at a man just sitting off to the side near my nail table just hanging out. I assumed it was one of the customer’s husbands or hell, maybe one of the employee’s husbands. I also observed customers coming in the back door, because that is just how this place rolls, then promptly visit the break room, snagging a donut, and then plopping down in their chair for a manicure.
I also hear a terrible thud followed by a shriek as I peer around the corner and one of the customers has nearly come through the front window with her car while parking and the dude hairdresser that sits on the other side of that window has about had a heart attack. The thud was timed perfectly with the near car in shop incident with that of another customer getting a coke from the coke machine, it really did sound as if she had hit the building but it was just the coke dropping down. As bad lady driver staggers in she says, “Oh, hello, how are y’all,” followed by a slew of “makin’ fun of’s” being thrown at her for her less than desirable driving ability. They ran with that one for a while and there was more of that delightful laughter just floating around the place.
In the meantime, my nail lady has started on me and as I sat there drinking it all in, the most adorable old man Jenkins comes in with those adorable old man overalls on and plops down next to the man I was thinking was someone’s husband. I whisper to my nail lady, “Who are those fellas,” and she proudly says, “That one there is my brother and that one there is my daddy.” I love this! They sit there shootin’ the shit for a while and I can’t help but to just smile from ear to ear at my little piece of family owned heaven. These are good people, y’all, they really are.
I also got the honor, as my nails were drying, to talk to a little almost 3rd grade fella about Pokemon and he was just bursting with pride showing me all of his cards. He was adorable and his mother was just so worried he was bugging me but it was the most enjoyable 15 minutes with this little dude.
I’ve seen my nail lady’s son-in-law emptying garbages, I’ve seen her grand-daughter putting garbage bags in, now I’ve met her brother and her daddy, and yesterday her twin sister was there and you know what I love, when they talk to each other, they call each other ‘Sister.’ My sisters and I do the same thing and it’s just precious to me.
My nail lady has let me advertise at her place, pushes my books for me, lets me display my essential oils, and has let me bend her ear on all the shit that goes on in my life. She even prompted me to make a move I was to chicken to make.
This is one special place, not because you can get your nails done or your hair done or get yourself one helluva massage. No, it the atmosphere, the tone of simple goodness that circulates throughout this lovely little business making you more comfortable than you’d ever expect.
Now, my nail lady, also the owner, is a precious Christian woman and I plan on sending her this link. I can see her face now, it will blush some and she will let that sweet smile light up her face. She is one of the good ones y’all and one of my very favorite people, although she may read this and end up being surprised.
Comfort outside of your own home is sometimes hard to find but her place, why, it’s just something special and I feel honored to have found this place of tranquility, silliness, family, friends, and well, just love really.
Y’all go check her out here in SE Huntsville, you’ll be glad you did.
Love y’all . . . love you too Ms. Betty!!♥