My feet are the only "part" of me that are showing their age. Seriously. No gray hair, no wrinkles, no crow's feet. Not yet anyway. But my feet...well, at least the heels, they are definitely aging me. My heels are warping into snakeskin, and not the expensive and desirable Manolo Blahnik kind. The gross boa constrictor just shed it's outer shell kind. (I know, I'm sorry for the graphic image.) I'd complained about this back in the fall to my sister Jessie and her suggestion was the PedEgg. She swears it works but I'm skeptical. The damn thing looks like a cheese grater. Not to mention any commercial on tv has Jess convinced she has-to-have said item. So guess who got the PedEgg for Christmas as a stocking stuffer? Yep, this gal. And I have yet to use it.
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Thursday, July 21, 2011
Snakeskin
My feet are the only "part" of me that are showing their age. Seriously. No gray hair, no wrinkles, no crow's feet. Not yet anyway. But my feet...well, at least the heels, they are definitely aging me. My heels are warping into snakeskin, and not the expensive and desirable Manolo Blahnik kind. The gross boa constrictor just shed it's outer shell kind. (I know, I'm sorry for the graphic image.) I'd complained about this back in the fall to my sister Jessie and her suggestion was the PedEgg. She swears it works but I'm skeptical. The damn thing looks like a cheese grater. Not to mention any commercial on tv has Jess convinced she has-to-have said item. So guess who got the PedEgg for Christmas as a stocking stuffer? Yep, this gal. And I have yet to use it. 
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