I’m funny about feet. Weird, actually. I don’t like other people’s feet. There, I said it. I may be in love with you, but I don’t want to be near your feet. I don’t want your feet to brush past mine under the covers. I don’t really want to know about the secret lives of your feet. And if you have long, finger-like toes. >>>shudder<<< Don’t get me started!
I don’t usually think about my feet. I love them. I appreciate them. They carry me where I need to go. I take off my shoes as soon as I get home and don’t put them back on until I am walking out of the door. I walk around bare-footed at work. In the summertime I get a french pedicure (white tips) and in the winter I usually paint my toenails black or vamp (which looks like a blackish red). Easy peezy. I rarely get pedicures. I mostly just paint them myself. More often than not, I go bare and have no polish on my toe nails. I use these feet a lot and they take a beating. Running is hard on the toe nails. Yoga is hard on the feet. I used to wear high heels EVERY FREAKIN’ DAY up until a couple of months ago. My feet have seen better days.
Since I don’t usually pay too much attention to them, today I decided to do something way out for me. It may not be way out for you, but it is way out for me. I painted each toenail a different color, then painted over with glitter polish. It looks pretty cool in the sunlight. I was trying to get a picture that showed the sparkle and twinkle just right, but that caused me to zoom in on my feet. Ugghhh, I think I like them better from a distance.