Warmer Sunnier Days = Happier Days?

I honestly don't remember what I was doing on this day one year ago, but I really don't think we had such an amazing weather, this time last year. The past 2 week ends have been absolutely amazing, and dare I say, almost warm enough to feel the heat of the sun, directly on your skin or in lightweight clothing. You could almost feel free to finally shed some layers and bare your feet. Almost, if only the F&F police hadn't been around. I'm not referring to Florence & Fred, the clothing range on sale at Tesco, but to the Fashion and Feet Police, friends, family or people from the general public or twitterland who have become beauty experts and are not afraid to express to tell you what is acceptable to wear in this weather.


You have finally some good weather, you can finally bare your feet but oh no, you can't wear flip flops, because your feet are not freshly pedicured and they have a bit of dry skin on the heel. You are supposed to book an appointment to the beautician, sort your 'minging' feet out, have your toes painted and then (apparently unpainted toes are a complete no-no for the F&F police) and only then can you have the confidence to bare your feet in public. You know what the British weather is like, it might be winter again and chucking it down by the time I've had that done. Like we didn't feel enough pressure with beauty magazines the last thing we need is people around you making you feel ashamed and ugly because your feet are not freshly pedicured. I've started the month, as pretty much every other month with a big dent in my overdraft, and having to budget for a new shower to be fixed and various other boring stuff. Are you suggesting I am not allowed to get my feet out in my lunch break, on the grass, ‘cause the last pedicure I had was about 4 years ago, in case it might traumatize the sight of some passer-by?


I love beauty, I even blog about beauty, it's my hobby. During my free time, and when I feel like it, I like to pamper myself because it makes me feel happy and good about myself. But it doesn't  mean that when I don't pamper myself, I should feel like a recluse who should be kept in doors, away from the public eye.

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Lucky encounter with a ped egg

I was super excited when I won a ped egg on a blog giveaway. I have a fair amount of dry skin mainly on the balls of the feet area which I have been dealing with a callus shaver (it looks like a potato peeler).  So, I could not wait to try this little number and compare the two.





When It arrived in the post, it looked even more like a metallic cheese grater for feet that I expected and I was a bit scared frankly. So scared, that my first attempt was very pathetic. I could not see any difference at all, and I was not putting enough pressure and it was not doing anything.


I put a bit more pressure, in the hope of collecting some parmesan coppers (to photograph for you, aren’t you lucky!) like in the advert, but all I was collecting was a pathetic little foam and it was going everywhere, but not in the lid, where I was supposed to go.

 


I kept at it, (after all, who cares if it goes everywhere, i can dust it off afterwards, right?) and put a bit more pressure. I found the result to be pretty uneven: in parts, I felt it removed too much skin, in some others, it was like it needed more.


I am convinced I will get better results if i practise more and once i get the hang of it, it will be all right, but the overall feeling is that I can't get past this metallic grater feeling and it makes me uncomfortable. Oh I am such a wuss…

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