They may not be pretty, but at least they're blue!

I went for my annual pedicure yesterday. Yes, I said annual. I pay a professional once a year at the start of sandal season to sand, scrape, and chisel down the rough edges of my man-feet. Then I change the polish myself as needed during the rest of the summer, and just keep my fingers crossed that they remain somewhat presentable until it's time for the toes to go back into hiding. I was feeling particularly celebratory, and so opted for utterly-insensible-but-entirely-joyful electric blue. Why does this make me think of Debbie Gibson?


Welcome, Spring!