Saturday, was manicure and pedicure day, something I treat myself with once a month, but not for
the normal reason, people go and have this done, you see I am guilty I have ....................... wait for it Podophobia.
I have to confess, I have a phobia about feet......... I hate feet, as far as I am concerned they are the ugliest part of anyone's body...... the only saving grace is that they can be hidden in shoes. No one will tell you this, but that is why shoes are so beautiful because it is the only way to hide the ugly ten toed "things" that lurk below.
Have you ever looked at feet.............. I mean REALLY looked at peoples feet........... toes......... with corns, and knobbles and bumps, of irregular lengths ....... heels................. cracked with crators so deep that it puts the Grand Canyon to shame............. Nails........... with last months garden soil still embedded on the sides........... fat and bulbous........... long and skinny.......... in my worst nightmare the thing that scares me the most is feet............. and bats............ and .........
I have always had a thing about feet, it was not until my females parts were torn from my body, which resulted in hot flushes that I gave in and started wearing open shoes, it was either melt or show off my toes........ . and I am afraid, to my horror and continued embarrassment the toes won.
If you want me to go crazy, put your feet on me......... I am getting the "hibbies" just writing about feet.
Even my childrens feet even when they were tiny, I had to wash them with a cloth because I could not bear to touch them.....
Now because I cannot touch feet, which can be really difficult when you have two attached to the end of your legs, I have had to go and have a pedicure every month, and after months of doing this, I still lie there like a board, while Yvette is trying with all her skills to make it a pleasant experience................. not in this life time.................
Now this sign is one that I want to have made and put up in all public places........... I could really live in a world where everyone has to check there feet in at the door..........
I have not ever gone for a pedicure, because I would not like to have someone touching my feet.
ReplyDeleteLuckily, we wear winter boots for much of the year here, sandal season is very short!
I've never had a pedicure..really and truly! I hate feet, but not as much as you. I work in surgery and everyone there knows how much I hate podiatry work...eeek..touching someones feet without gloves would make me puke for sure. I'm not crazy about touching them with my surgery gloves on either! But I do wear sandals in the summer and maybe one of these days I'll break down and get a peddie..we'll see!
ReplyDeleteWOW! Seriously! Karen, i never knew you were having this phobia.... Hmmm.... well as far as pedicure is concerned i haven't got one done ever.... i just try to do it myself... maybe that is why i have strange feet. Haha
ReplyDeleteI hate my own feet. I feel like everyone has nicer feet than me. So I try hard to dress them up so as not to inflict my feet on others.
ReplyDelete*shudder* feet are truly gross!
love a pedicure but i get giddy. plan to follow your blog rose http:somewondersoflife.blogspot.com/
ReplyDeleteWell honey when I get through laughing I might can write you a comment.
ReplyDeleteSeriously I hate to admit it but I have to agree with you on most of this. Now I don't quite hate them though as you do but in the last few years my feet have really gotten to be an embrassment with they way they are looking. Never knew feet could turn ugly on you until I watched mine.
Remind me never to show them to you. hahaha
You are a riot but keep writing I so enjoy you
Maggie
This is one thing that has never changed with you my friend! I admire you though for taking that giant step and allowing someone to evern TOUCH your feet - it's a miracle!
ReplyDeletebe grateful you have feet
ReplyDeleteKaren, you may laugh at me but I had this uneasy feeling about feet until one day at our church I was asked if I would consider washing someone's feet in a ceremony just before Easter. Since I was heavily involved in the church ministries at the time. I felt honored of being chosen along with someone else to do the washing of the feet.
ReplyDeleteMy first experience was washing the feet of this elderly gentleman who had humbly given much services to the church over the years. His feet were knurled and thin. They showed much wear and tear over the years.
He trusted his feet to me to wash. Yes this part of his body that he never showed in public. I felt such warmth in my heart for this old gentleman as I washed his feet. I gently and carefully wash each feet as if they were so precious and wiped dry with a soft towel with great reverence and this simple act was so humbling to me and sacred.
It was as if I was washing Jesus feet and now I have a whole new reverence for feet.
I just thought that I would share this experience that has left a lasting experience on me. By the way I have huge bunions on my feet but I don't hide them. I'm lucky to have feet. My little grandson was born without a left hand this year.
I'm looking forward at exploring your blog. JB