Every once in a while I need a manicure and pedicure. I’m not proud – It’s just sometimes the hangnails become too much and I need a pick me up.
Ok, truthfully? I bite my nails like a mutherf’r.
Now, being a clean hippie, I know that nail polish and nail polish remover has all sorts of cancer-causing foolishness in it. I could have tripped down two blocks to a local salon, but I wanted to check out and see if there was a good organic place to get pampered.
It was a difficult search, but using Ecovian.com I found a place in Brooklyn, right off the express 2 line from the Upper West Side, where I live. I beat it down there for a 2:00 appointment. The receptionist reminded me three times they would charge me 50% for not showing up, so I made sure I was on time.
Atlantic Avenue is a treasure trove. I passed an organics beauty store, an organic furniture/home store, and some adorable artsy places, as well as a New Orleans eatery. “Oooh, I’m in the right place,” I thought.
When I stepped inside Evolution, I looked at the receptionist, then the woman paying, then the woman getting her hair done, and I had an ‘Oh shit’ moment. I was in a salon for black women.
“Be cool,” I told myself. “Don’t say anything white. Just keep your mouth shut and smile.” I plunked myself down in a chair and buried myself in a Lucky magazine.
They sent up Miriam to get me, who I later found out was Ecuadorian. I couldn’t tell if I was getting weird looks or not, but as I settled myself into the pedicure chair and relaxed, I took a look around and realized that it really was in a nice salon. Like, really nice. I observed some Tory Burch accessories on the other ladies there, and some really nice hairstyles. Soothing colors, fashionable people.
I was immediately attracted to the bright colors of OPI (I’m really into neons right now) but I steered myself to the Priti and Chi nail colors. By the end of my hour long session (Miriam is thorough) I was hooked. My nails were flawless, my feet soft, and I didn’t have a speck of carcinogens on me. With my bubblegum pink fingernails and tangerine toes, I paid ($58 not including tip) and wandered next door to Artez’n to check out their artwork and kitschy jewelry. I stopped at the corner at the Apple Grocery for an organic snack and took the 1 line back into Manhattan.
I have another appointment already booked for two weeks from now, (the receptionist reminded me twice about the not-showing-up fee) and I’m looking forward to it. Look ma! I’m open minded!
Evolution The Green Room
442 Atlantic Avenue
Brooklyn, NY 11217