Give Feet a Chance!

With so much attention being paid to our hands, I think it's time to give feet a chance! In this photo, my foot sticks out like a sore toe. Not only is my foot the only one in a black flip-flop, but it's the only one with a sore toe and in fact the only one with a FAKE toenail. That's right, I needed a fake big toenail after my husband practically ripped it off during dance practice night shortly before our son's wedding. I still can't figure out why he had his big shoes on in the first place, because we lived in Hawaii at the time. We were always barefoot in our house, where the practice took place. We invited the family of our future daughter-in-law over for dinner, and then after dinner we cleared the furniture in our big family room and proceeded to practice dancing as we would be at the wedding reception. My husband and I aren't the world's best dancers so we needed a lot of practice, but that was shut down pretty fast after he slammed his big shoe-clad foot in to mine, tearing my big toenail back and causing lots of blood and pain. If I were a swearing woman I know I would have sworn, but I'm not so I didn't. I'll never forget the pain and then the anguish I had when I pictured me at the wedding in my open-toed shoes.

Pedicurist to the rescue! The next day a few of us, including my daughter, went to get our pre-wedding pedicures together, and I was fitted with a phony big toenail which was eventually painted just the way I liked it in Hawaii--flowers on the big toenail, oh yes, island-style. No one could tell the difference.

So those aren't BVG feet in the picture above. I'm not sure I could get my Sisters to pose their feet like that. Maybe I'll try sometime, but for now, from July 2007, from Hawaii, I present my foot with some of its friends.

And speaking of weddings, two years ago today my other son was married in New Orleans. There was no dance practice night before that wedding.