I intended to post about my love of a good pedicure a long time ago, but then I couldn't find this photo anywhere! Finally came across it again, and I thought it would be a fitting tribute to the end of sandal weather. I can't think of a nicer way to spend an hour, at least among relative strangers, than getting a pedicure. A really good pedicurist will focus more on the whole foot than just the nail-- a strong massage is key. I also like the slight thrill I get when the razor doo-dad is loaded with a fresh blade to smooth my heels. I swear, if I haven't been regular about getting it done I can go down a shoe size. As my friend ADG would say, shut up.I don't particularly care for the yellow polish my compatriot selected for this particular session, but it was quirky, like my friend. I also really like my toe ring. I got my first one in Cape May, New Jersey, in 1975 or so. Don't remember what made me decide I just had to put a ring on my toe, but I didn't know anybody else at the time who had one. I also don't remember what made me decide to take it off at some point. I've had this one on for about 10 years. Not that I'm a toe snob, I have to make the point that it's a real ring, not the adjustable fake kind. Generally if you get a ring that fits your pinky it'll fit your index toe. Just in case you were interested in getting one of your own.
I generally go for a deep red. No cute, pink froo-froo for me. But, now that sandal season is over and I go for the closed-toe shoes, I'll go au naturel. Doesn't mean I won't still go for the pedicure though.
