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.
