You know your feet are bad when . . .

While we were on vacation one of the treats was ‘spa day’ where everyone get a nice massage, pedicure, and manicure. The really funny part was the guys all agreed (somewhat reluctantly) to go ahead and defy the ‘manly thing’ and go and have a fun time with everything. We were in Mexico so we wouldn’t know anyone and if it turned out really bad our secret would remain with the Mayan women who worked on us. Scott and I had a ball with it and had the whole spa rolling on the floor laughing. There were several older women in with us having manicures and they said their husbands would not be caught dead getting a manicure. We ran with the idea and I can honestly say that my hands and toes looked great several weeks after returning to Alaska and the weather that sometimes takes it toll on my body parts.

You know your feet are bad when . . . the young woman giving you your pedicure looks like she needs to be resuscitated after she finishes working on your crusty feet. When I was having my pedicure I found myself apologizing profusely to the therapist about the shabby condition of my feet . . . flaky . . . peeling skin . . . poorly cut nails and many, many calluses were what she had to contend with. The fact she did such a great job with such poor material was testament to her skill . . . I came away from Mexico with silky tootsies and a shiny ‘clear’ paint job. The woman in the next chair whose pedicure started at about the same time was long gone before I was close to being finished. With all the jokes and comments between Scott & I she was probably glad to be out of there.

Since I returned I now have returned to my normal flaky, dried skin feet. I use lotion when I think about it but not enough to keep those pesky flakes from catching on my socks or the sheets at night when I try to sleep.

Anyway, I’ve sort of decided I really need to keep my feet in check from now on so what did I discover in the house? I think it’s called the ‘Ped Egg’ from some gadget maker so I put it to good use. I hate to admit it but that time in Mexico getting pampered was really nice but should I try to do that here in “man’s country”? Probably not so until then I get by with this.

You have used a cheese grater in the kitchen right? All you really need to do is this . . . Imagine your foot as a block of cheese and run the Ped Egg over it gently at first until you realize that you won’t cut yourself with the 100+ little cutting blades and then harder and let the steel do the trick. A few minutes are all it takes to do the job unless your feet are like mine then it will take much longer. And with the dry skin collected efficiently in the casing, you need not worry about sweeping the floor for any remains. That has been taken care of too. Our feet after all are what we all stand on so the fitter and healthier they are . . . the better it is for us.

The PedEgg is a handy little gadget. It does what it says . . . gently removes dead skin and calluses from your feet. The Ped Egg's shape was really a blessing for the guys in marketing. It doesn't take a marketing genius to realize that calling it the "Ped-O-File" would have probably hurt sales.

It's really a great product, but I think they could improve upon it by putting it on the end of a three-foot stick. That way you could sit in your recliner, watch "Lonesome Dove" for the eightieth time . . . eat Doritos . . . and remove unsightly calluses all at the same time.

Remind me to send a letter to the Ped Egg Company.

Ice