WARNING: GRAPHIC IMAGES: NOT FOR THE SQUEAMISH
My subject isn’t exactly nasty, but if you’re like me and don’t particularly like feet, then this post may not be for you and I won’t be offended if you pass.
I had a shower today and noticed it was time to cut my toe nails. This is easier after a shower or a bath as they’re nice and soft so don’t split or crack.
I was always told to ‘cut them straight across’ to avoid them growing painfully inwards and invested in a proper pair of toe nail scissors. So far, I haven’t had a problem, though they still tend to grow rounded!
I couldn’t tell you when my dislike of feet came into play, but I do remember my ex-husband had horrible toe nails (think crows beaks) and had the infuriating habit of cutting them and leaving them on the window sill! E-ew!!
Mum, bless her, couldn’t cut her own and had to go to a chiropodist on a regular basis. Her visits began to stretch from weeks to months, the last one being 16 weeks between cuttings, and she was in a lot of pain. My sister didn’t offer to cut them for her, though to be honest, I don’t think I could have either, but would have found an alternative professional to do the job.
Hubby thinks I’ve got nice feet. They’re OK I guess as they stop my (swollen) ankles from fraying and my nails aren’t bad. I’ve never been one to paint them, though when we first got together, I fell asleep on the settee and when I woke up, Hubby had painted 10 smiley faces on my touties. He thought it was hilarious.