..for my poor feet. I got my first-ever pedicure done today, at the ripe old age of.. err.. never mind. To set facts straight, I am a tolerable face, ugly feet and ugly hands person. Thankfully, it is the visage that grabs the most attention, and so I have been sort of doing fine with these unsightly limbs of mine. Half a decade ago, a friend did mention that I have 'pretty small fingers', thanks for the compliment T. I know you read this blog, and I want you to know it meant a lot to me then and now. Coming from you, it was as pleasant as unexpected! Honestly though, my feet and hands look at least 10 years older than I actually am, but I still like them. They allow me to walk around and type this blog. As long as the purpose is served, I do not complain. So here I present, not so proudly, the pictures post pedicure. The husband says they look the same as before, but having spent 400 bucks and an hour in the parlour leafing through the insufferable fashion magazines, I think they look worth the effort. After all, it was just a pedicure, my feet require no less than a plastic surgery to look any better. Look at all those veins, tan and sandal marks, sigh!
To make matters worse, Pari has put her feet with mine. Look how my feet have been pushed to the edge of the chair. But who minds making way for such pretty, dainty feet!
Be prepared for more of such narcissistic posts. The husband had got me 11 YLG vouchers for my birthday last month, and only 3 have been used up. They expire this month end, and so manicure, hair spa, under eye treatment and such are in the pipeline.. all of which would be firsts :D