You know you’ve hit the bottom of the barrel full of hot topics when you start posting pictures of your own feet. But I don’t care, I’ve got nothing else. And this could serve as a gentle reminder to us all that if your toes look all gnarly and deformed, a pedicure, no matter how lovely and relaxing and thorough, is not going to miraculously cure that.
These are my sparkly going-for-a-pedicure sandals. They are good for wearing while you are sitting down, and great for presenting a challenge after your feet are all soft and slippery and have to carry you down a flight of stairs and across a gravelly parking lot on the way to your car.
I chose this colour from the summer pallet, which also had yellow, pink, coral and several shades of brown in it. I didn’t ask what’s with all that brown, just in case they know something about our up coming summer that I don’t. This shade is called “Intention” because calling it watermelon red would be too easy. It’s got sparkles in it. The lady next to me had her toes painted a kind of dull mink brown, and then asked for gold sparkles over top. Mine were done first, so I’m going to assume they inspired her.
There was also a man in a black bathrobe across the room from us having his size twelve feet treated to everything but the polish. More men should have spa days. I keep trying to convince W to at least have a pedicure done. If there are other more futile ways to exercise my powers of persuasion I can’t think what they might be.
The trip to Greece of course came up in our six way conversation and my esthetician assured me that my toes would look gorgeous against the black sands of Santorini.
These are shoes I can actually walk in. Now that my feet are ready for summer, time to go find a summery place to show them off.