Yoga is a barefooted discipline.  I do not like barefooted disciplines because my feet are not my best feature, I was a dancer, and dancer’s feet are notoriously rough looking.  My feet perform well for me, but they are not “sights for sore eyes,” as my mother would say!

At Yoga I’ve been noticing my feet from afar over the last few weeks and tonight I folded over just a little bit further in my forward fold and…decided they were in dire need of a pedicure.  As soon as possible.  As I inched closer and closer to them I began to feel sorry for these neglected parts of my body that perform so well for me, they needed moisturiser desperately.  I promised them some tlc before doing anything else this evening.

Famous last words.  My daughter was in need of tax advice, so I grabbed some fruit and yogurt, food I crave after Yoga (after jazzercise it’s fried onion rings or a hamburger) and joined her in the garden room and we figured out her refund.  One happy soul went home to her flat tonight!  Then I took my feet for a bath and pedicure.  They are now carefully tucked inside some warm socks, after being slavered with moisturiser.  On Monday they will be Yoga ready and my Sun Salutations will be all the more beautiful because of them!  Maybe I shouldn’t wear my contacts to practise!