SPC: Imperfection

The ugly truth is that I only wear shoes when it is mandatory. I love looking at shoes and I love having cute shoes, but wearing them…well I only wear them when I have to. I get the mail in my little bare feet {and I say “little” flippantly—I have the largest feet of all the girls in my family}. I walk around the house in bare feet. I tend the garden in bare feet. I take the trash to the garage in bare feet. I go to pick up my daughter from school in bare feet. I have been known to wear flip-flops in the snow or turn back home because I forgot to grab shoes on the way out the door. As a result, I usually have pretty dirty feet. Not to mention the calluses that bring large sighs from my mother and sisters, and gifts of foot lotion and sea-salt scrubs from well meaning loved ones. When I get gifts of spa treatments (usually pedicures) I happily sit as some lovely person scrubs and sands and massages {and comments that I must wear bare feet a lot, with an upturned lip and a sideways glance} and I just smile and give a knowing nod. Then I choose a happy color to put on the nails that will be seen 95% of the time.

Lucky for you, I just showered and put lotion on my feet before I took this picture so you wouldn’t be too grossed out. (A girl has her limits of what she’s willing to post on the internet for all to see.)

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