“I guess every girl goes through a photography phase. You know, horses… taking pictures of your feet.” –Lost in Translation (2003)
I take a lot of pictures of feet. Particularly – my own feet. My feet are my foundation. When my feet are too covered, I am overheated. If my feet are damp, I am grumpy. When I am barefoot & walking in the sand, I am quite content. I am very emotionally connected to the well-being of my feet.
Once a shoe salesman told me “the story of my foot”. This just didn’t interest the 14-year-old me. But I listened anyhow.
I have wide feet, perhaps from so many years of being a sandal & barefooted-laden youth. My feet are small in proportion to my height. They’re ‘peasant’ shaped which in dancer’s terms means that if I were dancing en pointe, the weight would be evenly distributed.
Most of the time they’re painted Monroe Red. It makes me happy when I look down at my toes.
What good things do your feet allow you to do?
Do you pick up pencils? Kick soccer balls? Dip your toes into the bath?
Capricorn. Girl Detective. Lover of fruit. Hoop aficionado.
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My feet are my roots. I love spreading my toes away from one another and pushing my feet against the wall as I’m falling asleep (makes me feel strong I guess!).
Even though I have a pedicure every 2-3 weeks, my calloused heel, ball-of-foot and big toes are a genetic offering from my ancestors!
I love my feet! They are strong and help my body be strong. They let me dance my way through life!
I love this!
On a related note, did I ever tell you about the online guy with the ‘big foot’ fetish? And how I have big feet?
Jennifer – good for you for taking care of your feet! I hope to follow suit :]
Amanda – Ohh – that sounds like a MUST HEAR type of story. In person so I can get the full effect, please.
I love “the story of your feet”, Al!
I agree with the overheated feet = grumpiness. More than once I’ve described my “tired dogs” as feeling like big hot bags of blood. Too graphic?
My feet are part of a going to sleep ritual I’ve had ever since I was a kid. When I was little, I used to have a very soft blankie with a satin border all around it. I used to rub the satiny fabric in the space between my big toe and second toe as a comfort, to help me fall asleep. It still works, sometimes!
Soon to have filthy sandal tanned feet too! Thanks to new RAINBOWS!