I have crap feet. They’re a bit less crap than they were, as I had nail surgery a few months ago (hideously expensive, suprisingly painful-twelve injections! TWELVE! feet bled everywhere for ages) so it doesn’t hurt when I walk any more. Or do anything crazy like wear shoes. And I’ve cut down from a monthly visit to the podiatrist to every three months. So that’s good. But I do still go, and today was my day for it. I like to have someone who knows about feet check them over, cut the nails properly and scalpel all of the hard skin off. And the podiatrist and his wife have been debating whether to have another baby for ages, so I like to keep up to date with that (as of today-he still says no, she has written a passive aggressive letter to Santa asking for a baby for Christmas and left it stuck to the fridge).
So, beautifully soft feet, nails inspected and still behaving themselves, I’ll paint them tonight once the baby has gone to bed (a proper red-have a great Rimmel one, Red Carpet, maybe? Lasts for yonks, and I love the colour). I’ve also done my fingernails a very pale pink (no17 Simply Pink-haven’t tried their nail stuff before, but they had a good free eye thing, so I thought I’d give it a whirl). It would be great to manage more than two days without chipping it-who knew that pushing a pram was harder on nails than spending all day typing?
Feeling-soft of foot, and hopelessly optimistic about the staying power of my new nail polish.