I’m always banging up my feet. I have nice feet, attractive feet even, when the pedi is new as above, but close up they are scarred and abused, and not by high heels. Possibly because I’m so tough on my feet, I wear only comfy shoes, and only wear the ankle breakers for high holy days, i.e., cocktail parties, weddings, and the like.
A friend tells me that foot abuse is a quality of Aries, my astrological sign. I guess I’m so in my head that I have no idea where my feet are most of the time. This week, for example, I have ripped off most of a baby toenail (no clue how), stubbed two toes (curb at Bele Chere), and ripped two long bloody holes in one heel (bottom of a metal door). And let me tell you, few things hurt worse than stepping on a Lego at the bottom of the stairs. When you’re running for the phone.
So tomorrow I’m off for my pre-beach pedi, and once again I’ll have to tell Andy, the one person who truly seems to care about my feet, to go easy on the baby toe and that I can’t fully submerge my right foot in the bath because of the bloody holes. He’ll tsk and ask me how he’s supposed to paint half a toenail. Then he’ll scrub the dead skin of my soles while I alternately wince and giggle. Then, magically, he’ll make my beaten-up toes look pretty. At least until I chip the polish or stub another toe.
Do you have any body parts that you regularly, inadvertantly abuse? And you know I want you to keep your commentary above the waist and below the thighs.
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wow, you poor thing. my hands are always in horrible shape, even at my age. i bet your feet and my hands have a lot in common. they could be friends, even. right now i’m doing ok with only a fairly massive stove burn on my left that i’ve picked at mercilessly and the usual dryness, cracking, chafing, and a couple of nicks. of course awful nails too. but ive recently taken up soldering so i’m sure they will be having more adventures soon!
ps- legos are evil.
My feet, like yours (hmmm I wonder if it is an aries trait), tend to get the most abuse. I work barefoot, of course, so I’ve stubbed my toe a time or toe. I have a passionate hatred for shoes that actually COVER my whole foot. I have lovely, lovely feet and they want to be FREE!
I live in flipflops and wondrously strappy high heels most of the time. Last weekend, however, a new and fantastic purchase was made. A pair of those peek-toe RED patten leather 3 1/2 inch heels were purchased. They have cause me much pain and a couple blisters (big toe, little toe, and heel) however let me tell you They are so fantastic I want to do naughty,naughty things the moment I put them on. And everyone who’s seen me in them goes “OOOHHH look at you in those shoes!! How hott!!” They are worth every blister for my feet become elevated to heavenly in them.
But yeah, I guess what I’m saying is me too sister, me too.
I probably abuse my feet, but my callouses are so thick that I can’t tell.
The area that I do tend to abuse is the top/outside of my forearms. Especially when I was working in theatre, I’d come home nightly to find long, deep scratches down each arm, and not have any clue where I got them.
Like s.c. said, my feet are also probably really abused, but callouses help dull the pain! I’ve never had a pedi…I think the shock of suddenly being able to feel everything my poor feet were enduring would render me cripple until the callouses rebuilt.
My hands. I abuse them fiercely. They bear 3rd degree burn scars (waxing accident in 2002) which are now barely noticable, chipped nails, etc. I cook a lot and have gotten to a point where I don’t feel the heat, burns, steam, etc. Also, reckless playing with my glue gun has probably attributed to my diminished sense of touch in my hands. Sometimes, I wonder if I have fingerprints left!
Oh Mighty Isis.
“inadvertantly” took care of me.
Also, I think I’ve taken some knocks on the head during my life (I remember one collision with a concrete header…ouch)
But they’re fuzzy, at best.
Complain as you might, you do have very nice feet.
At the risk of sounding like a metrosexual, I have to confess, I had my 1st professional pedicure recently. In all honesty, it was a very pleasant experience. Even the miniture cheese grater thingy felt good (after the initial shock of what was about to happen wore off). I’m definately not the guy who would be having this done every week or other week, but I’d recommend any guy to have this done just before beach/lake/flipflop season comes in next year.
Also, seeing E’s feet made me remember something I once read about the types of feet people have. A little research and I came up with:
According to anatomists three quarters of the population have what is called an “Egyptian foot” which is characterized by a big toe longer than the second toe, 1/6 of the population have a so-called “Greek foot” where the great toe is shorter than the second toe, while the rest of the population have a square foot where the great toe has the same length as the second. There is also a more rare “Celtic toe” where the 3rd toe is the longest. The reference to Egypt is due to the fact that in Egyptian paintings (where usually feet were shown from a profile point of view) the great toe appeared longer than the second toe. The reference to Greece is due to the fact that Greek statues showed feet having the second toe longer than the great toe.
What type of feet do you have?
May I say … it’s about time you got some good looking shoes to go with that dress!
Libs, those are Wozie’s shoes!
Winter, I, clearly, have Egyptian feet. You?
Several of my family members have the Greek feet, which further proves that we’re mutty.
O, and beware the cheese grater. Those are illegal most places, as they are considered medical devices and potentially dangerous. Andy doesn’t use them.
Mine are Egyptian footsies for sure. My big toe is longest and they all taper down from there to the pinky toe.
I’m with you on the cheese grater thingy.. if its not illegal here, it definately should be. Sanitary reasons aside, it is just plain scary as Hell. The one she used on me had something like an inverted disposable razor blade (the old fashioned kind) that she popped into the terror end of the apparatus just before going to work on me. I had no idea I had that much skin (anywhere) I could afford to lose.
But like I said earlier, after the initial moment of trapped-animal panic wore off, it actually felt pretty good.
You have pretty feet! Wow!