Tootsies. Little piggies. Whatever you want to call them, my toes are troublemakers. I have Raynaud’s Phenomemon so I have to wear wool socks about nine months a year. Chronic foot pain means my toes are always complaining - even with wearing sensible shoes at all times.

But I love my toes! I love that they’re long and lean, and that the second and third right toes are webbed. (I lost track years ago of how many people have suggested I separate them.) Even though they cause me lots of problems, they still get me around.

So today I celebrated my toes by getting a pedicure. As I sat in the comfy lounge chair while Amanda worked on my feet, I forgot about my coffee, my book, my cell phone, the TV that played in the background. Closed my eyes and felt my whole body relax. I let my mind drift and just enjoyed the sensation of being cared for. It was divine. Just me and my toes (and, to be fair, Amanda) having a nice outing together. A delicious moment, a break in the middle of an otherwise hectic day.

P.S. Hiding behind my tootsies is a gorgeous bag by Cinnamon, and yes - that’s desk skirt she made me from the ChronicBabe fabric. She’s awesome like that.