Warm weather hits and just like that, everyone remembers they own feet.

Happens every year. The messages start — clients who ghosted since October, suddenly desperate for Thursday, because somebody pulled the sandals out and got a look at what winter did.

So. Kit check before the rush.

Plastic discs — if that's still your thing, rethink it. Metal takes dry-heat sterilization over and over, doesn't warp, doesn't care. Plastic gives up. And here's the part nobody mentions: clients clock what you're using. They won't say it. They notice. Keep a couple spares spinning so one's always in the heat while you work.

Files. Two jobs, not one, and people mix them up constantly. Coarse first — calluses, the thick stubborn patches, the ugly groundwork. Soft after, to actually finish, so the skin closes up smooth instead of looking like you went at it with sandpaper and quit halfway.

Foot cream last. Tiny step. Skipped way too often. It's the thing that makes her slide a sandal on three days later and go oh.

That's it. Get those four right and pedicure season mostly runs itself.