Tomorrow night I'm going to get a pedicure. And not too soon! Here's the toes. They don't look so bad.
But here's my heel. And I have another one that looks equally disgusting. (That little red spot is where the shoes I bought tore into my heels. They don't sell a size 11 in this town!)
Its my summertime feet. I can't stand to have shoes on my feet anytime of the year, but summer is even worse. I spend the warm months exclusively in sandals. On the rare occasion that I actually exercise, I wear tennis shoes. And sometimes I exercise in sandals, too.
This picture really doesn't do justice to the extreme crevices packed with dirt and grime. The skin catches on my sheets. It scratches my legs. I think I've even drawn blood on Doug's calves before. He hates my summertime heels and fully supports the pedicures. I think he wishes I would go weekly so they could scrape the skin off.
Speaking of that, the last time I went in for a pedicure the poor little Asian lady had chunks of skin flying over her shoulders as she was using the cheese grater to scrap my heels. I was a)embarrassed and b)possibly more grossed out than she was.
I'll see what kind of wonders they perform on my feet tomorrow. If its good, I'll post the "after." And if you have any miracle cure (besides wearing socks to bed) I'll take it!