I've only gotten a pedicure a few times in my life - a couple times at a salon and a sweet number of times by Sister, who never failed to give me a couple during my pregnancies. To be frank, it feels a little pointless as I'm a died-in-the-wool barefoot gal. All seasons of the year will find me about the house barefoot and in summer I rarely find I need shoes outside. Consequently, my feet have taken on a bit of a....hmmmm, prehistoric feel - full of callousy bumps and rough sides and unpleasant nail beds. So yes, foot care has never been real high on the priority list.
Nevertheless, whenever I do get have pretty toenails, something wonderful happens. I instantly feel uber feminine, full of grace, obviously attractive. It's like magic.
For Elizabeth's wedding I got a pedicure. She was having hers done the morning of the wedding, so I brought us some breakfast fruit and we did it together - just me and her. It was a really sweet time.
Here's my feet after the gal had grated off a nice little pile of yuck, dead skin off and made the nails look manageable.
And an after picture. Normally, hot pink wouldn't be my color of choice, but for the sake of the dress, I did it.
Since then, I am actually trying to use this little pumice stone/brush I got from Target. Once your feet look pretty, one is a little motivated to try to keep them that way.
Not that I've given up my barefoot ways, but despite numerous barefoot runs around the corner to Sister's, I can report that my feet still look rather fine - maybe a little worse for wear - but the magic certainly hasn't worn off.
Yikes. Promise no more pictures of my feet for a nice, long while. ; )
Linking up with adorable Alicia's Happy Day Project.