The seasonal change from winter to spring is often the first time I take a good look at the pedicure situation going on with my feet. I glanced down yesterday and it was not pretty. Staring back at me were my raggedy toenails, with a few stubborn splotches of orange nail polish.
Orange? Yup, unfortunately that means those toes had not seen the inside of a nail salon since baseball season when they were given a new look for an Orioles game.
What can I say? It's embarrassing. In fact, it was so embarrassing that I didn't even feel right about showing my feet to the gals at my usual nail place. I shuffled into a nearby salon that I don't usually go to feeling sorry for whoever would be dealing with the mess that was my feet.
Luckily, I was the only client in the establishment. If my feet were the worst my nail tech had seen in awhile she didn't let on. I do appreciate that. I made sure to tip her well.
An hour later I strolled out the door, proudly displaying my feet, with a nice shade of Roadhouse Blues sparkling in the late afternoon sun.