Steppin’ Out With My Baby (Toes)
(Note: About two months ago, I read a blog about feet, and ever since, I’ve been worried about mine. I looked for that blog again, but I can’t seem to find it. So if those were your original feet – this is dedicated to you.)
Some of my body parts have held up rather well for sixty years. My calves are pretty nice. I have beautiful wrists. And although my left eye has recently let me down, my right eye is keeping up its end.
These are my feet. They have not aged well.
You may be distracted by the size of my ankles. I could say it’s the lighting or the angle or even water retention, but it’s just my ankles. They are really that thick. Always have been. Several years ago, when ankle bracelets were big, mine were BIG.
But I’m not complaining about my ankles. I’m used to them.
And try to ignore the strange tan lines. I have weirdly shaped flip-flops that I wear constantly in the summer. These $5.00 rubber drugstore sandals fit me better than any of the hundreds of shoes in my closet.
And if you’re guessing those developing bunion bumps are my problem. Nope. They’re annoying but manageable.
It’s my toes.
My pinky toes have decided to hide underneath their neighbors. Sure, I’m saving big money polishing only eight nails, but piggy shyness is damned uncomfortable. I’m steppin’ on my own toes.
So I bought toe straighteners.
You start with five minutes a day and gradually increase to straighten out your toes. As you can see, there seems to be a little discrepancy between the size of my foot and the size of the straightener. But with a little work, I can get my toes in there. (The straighteners are bendy, and thanks to yoga, so am I.)
I can wear them and multitask. I can watch TV or check my Blog. I can snack. I just can’t get up to answer the phone.
It’s working I think. But I woke up this morning with a new worry. Maybe I shouldn’t want them to work.
These are the shoes I am wearing to my nephew’s wedding.
But with my toe straighteners, maybe I’ll need a different shape.