Flamingo feet

 Flamingos have big feet.

And how convenient that their backs make such nice pillows.

Beauty knoweth no pain

I agreed to have a pedicure.
If you know me, this is a rare. For several reasons:

• I don't care to have people touching my feet.
• The only other time I had a pedicure it hurt me and caused ingrown toenails.
• The massage part hurts and leaves bruises.
• In most cases, I do a much better job painting my nails.

Yeah. So. I went and had a pedicure. All the time telling myself: "Remember, Lindsay, these are your feet. Be assertive."

My anti-pedicure instincts are good, I tell you.

So while my pedicure companions either drank chai or were made to look like a baked potato (tinfoil on her head), my feet got soaked and filed.
The guy who gave the pedicure seemed competent, but these are the injuries I sustained:

• bleeding cuticle when trimmed too close
• side of my toe filed raw
• and, of course, the bruises from the massage

Apparently, I'm a pedicure wimp.

All of this reminds me of the oft-repeated mantra of a friend of mine:
"Beauty knoweth no pain."

• This is what you repeat to yourself when your new shoes are pinching and giving you blisters.
• This is what you remind your friend when her new wool clothes itch.
• This is what you moan as you pluck your eyebrows.
• This is what you hope when your hands are covered in henna and you cannot feed yourself.
• This is what you tell an 8 year old when she whines about brushing her hair.
• This applies in the case of the pedicure. For me, anyway.

Ah what lengths we go to, all in the name of beauty.

Nibbling fish

My friends took me to their favorite foot spa. The specialty of the spa are the little fish that nibble on your feet, removing dead skin. I have seen this before, watched some others do it, but never tried it myself.
I haven't tried it because I didn't know if I could bear the ticklish feeling of it.
I was right: I couldn't handle it.
I couldn't keep my feet in for more than thirty seconds at a time. The feeling of those little fish nibbling on my toes was too much. And watching them en masse around my feet--ugh.
Can't.
I don't care if that gets me the label of "wimp". The world holds plenty of other challenges which I am up for.