I know, I know, a bunch of you are those people who hate feet and all things feet-related. And to you fine folks, I say: stop reading now. Go google something. To the rest of you who don't mind foot-type situations, maybe you can hear me out.
In high school, I bought a toe ring in Santa Cruz on a trip with my best girlfriends. It was perfect. It was a string-thin silver hoop that tied in a knot around itself. I put it on my toe. It stayed there for three years. Then it broke. I was never ever able to find another one that I could commit to! I mean, I don't plan on taking a toe ring off and on and blah blah blah, so it better be good enough to be around long term. Not too loose, not too tight, nothing flashy, something I can feel on my toes but doesn't pinch, no studs or sparkles or razz-matazz. Just a toe ring.
Well dears, I found it. My sis and I were getting mani-pedis in honor of her baby shower (which I'll blog about soon!) the other day, and while drying our tootsies, we found ourselves smack in front of a case of toe rings, with the perfect one inside. We asked to buy it, they called over a lady who sized my toe (3 1/2, thank you very much), slipped it right on there, and went on her merry way. My sis even bought it for me, which makes it that much nicer. :)
And I find now that the feeling of it wiggling between my toes is a comfort somehow. A comfort!!! Isn't that weird? There were a few moments of stress with the baby shower, and each time, I wiggled my toes and felt it there and for some reason remembered that I am still me, and everything is cool. Like it's my own personal little rebellion or statement or whatever, and I like that it's there.
And so, I'll leave you with this: what is your thing? Your thing that may be little, or silly, or unexplainable, or misunderstood by others, or whatever -- but you like it and it makes you feel good, and so it's sticking around. I wanna know.
xoxo
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