Eeny Meeny Mieny Mo.....

Before....

& After

I was the sort of kid who had calluses so thick I could walk on rough stones and hardly notice. I ran around barefoot for most of the summer months and never ever thought much about how my "toney nails" looked. (I think one of us said that when we were little kids and we just kept it even after we knew it was the wrong way to toe nails.) I cut them when they needed cut, but I was either barefoot or was wearing my red ball jet sneakers. I guess I did have some flip flops from the five and dime store. They would last for the whole summer. We wore the color right off so the flip flops are going to end up white with foot imprints so deep your foot was almost on the ground. My point is that I went years without giving much attention to my feet and they looked fine. Keeping my nails short was the only thing I did other than the occasional layer of polish.

But suddenly I am very concerned with the appearance of my feet.....but I think as you get older they just look worse. New things are happening to them.....they crack easier. Used to be they would look fine no matter what, but no more. Sooooo today I headed off to get a pedicure. I had to wait nearly thirty minutes .... so I felt like I was there a long time. I knew it was gonna take a while since they needed a lot of attention. I have only ever had one other pedicure.....before Josh and Randi's wedding....almost three years ago.

Ok....so I am sitting there in a line with all these other women. A lot of them are mere girls with lovely smooth feet. What are they doing here?! They don't even have stomachs to negotiate while trying to paint their toe nails. I am just here because I can't get my feet to look as tho they belong to a 25 year old without some help.

I am just not comfortable in these places. The first thing that gets me is the SMELL. It just smells like strong chemicals in there....I kept thinking that breathing that stuff all day can't be good for the people who work in there day after day.....also, seeing someone cutting on my feet is scary....at least I didn't bleed like I did last time....and then there is the idea of all the other feet that have been in this tub before mine. All this is going on in my head at the same time my back is being pummeled with the massage chair. I am just not good at relaxing in a situation like this. I know people who love this, but sorry. I guess I would rather sit with my feet in bucket of hot water in my family room while watching a Life Time Movie.... who cares if your feet look 25 years old anyway!?

We rented two movies this weekend....Charlie Wilson's War and Becoming Jane....which I loved. Anything about Jane Austin is interesting to me.