I'm not sure how much of an improvement it actually was, but I did, at long last, pay attention to my feet. I don't even remember the last time I painted my toes yesterday I noticed that I had almost no polish at all on one toe, very little on another and the rest was so chipped up it looked as if I had been kicking trees barefoot.
I guess I just don't pay much attention. I start out most every day in sandals so I should notice. My toes are hanging right out there. But first thing in the morning I am A) not terribly clever and B) very busy. My highest energy is early in the day so I always kind of hit the ground running. I zoom around. Cleaning, tidying, checking items off the gotta-do list, go go go go go!
Usually until around noon when Tim and I usually do the noonwalk. I change shoes for that. Noonwalk requires sneakers. When I'm wearing sneakers I do not see my toes so I don't think about them. Until bedtime when I take them off and by then I'm too tired to care if I even have toes. So the toe polish situation goes unaddressed.
But somehow, yesterday, I noticed. So I stopped go go going and sat myself down on the step into the family room with my basket-o-polish. I have this basket you see that I keep stashed in my closet. It holds everything necessary to give myself a pedicure. There's cotton balls and small towels and nail clippers and files, there is nail polish remover and those toe separator things and several different bottles of polish and clear topcoat to choose from.
The only thing I do not have at my disposal is pretty toes. My feet are functional. They work. But they are not pretty. I've broken them all too many times. They are crookedy and bumpy and the nails are warped from all of the damage which kind of makes them tricky to polish actually.
And then there is the whole question of polishing them at all. Does putting polish on ugly toes make them prettier? Or does it bring additional attention to the fact that they are rather ugly. The whole lipstick on a pig thing y'know?
I suppose it doens't matter. I don't do it for anyone else. I do it for me. Because sometimes it's kind of fun to look down and see shiny colour peeping out from the front of my sandals. The red I wore last time is an old school red. The red toe polish or lipstick you might have seen in the 50's. The light blue that I put on yesterday is certainly different. I'm not sure how I feel about it really. I know Tim thinks it's very strange. Sometimes it makes me think my feet are cold. But mostly I like it.
I am certainly not an expert at applying polish either. Mostly because I work too quickly. I always want to hurry up and get it done so I can move on to my next thing. Which is why I love that flash dry top coat stuff. I literally polish the left toes then immediately move on to the right ones. As soon as I finish the right I slap on the flash try, left and right, then clean up my mess and put it away and move on to the next thing. See? Really shoddy work. If I paid someone to do the quality of pedicure that I do, I would no doubt, request my money back.
But it's done for now. We will see how long this polish lasts and when I finally get around to re-doing it, what colour I will choose. If I bother to put polish on next time at all! I never know what I'm going to do. I am always a surprise. Even to myself.
Everyone please have a lovely weekend, regardless of how you spend it or if you toes are polished at all.
Hugs all 'round. Have fun, be safe.
Yup, this is me. Some people said, "Sam, you should write a Blog". "Well, there's a thought", I thought to myself. And so here it is.