I Love My Hairy Toes

I used to shave my toes. This is a relatively tricky thing, particularly for a fat girl, which I am in the process of unbecoming. Interestingly, my father's side of the family is quite hairy; my mother's more on the hairless side. In general, I take after my mother's side in this respect, but I do grow a little hair on my toes. Particularly on my big toes; and in contrast to the hair on my head, it tends to be black. For a very long time I considered this to be an intolerable thing for a young woman to endure. So I shaved my toes.

Toe stubble is interesting too, so it is important (if you are going to shave your toes) to do so on a regular basis, so that you do not develop toe stubble, which can be embarrassing if you are prone to wearing open-toes shoes (which I am not, by the way, for the record.)

I stopped shaving my toes in the Spring of 2003, and the reason why is what this blog is all about. Or, rather, what it is going to be all about, because this is, after all, the first entry. I should probably warn you that I am very, very fond of commas, so if excessive commas bother you this might not be a blog you want to follow. I am also fond of dashes -- the kind I just used in this sentence -- so be prepared for that, as well.

These are my actual toes, pic taken today (that is my office carpet). I will admit to photoshopping in nail color, since I have not had a pedicure since December. My toes are actually decorated with badly chipped Christmas Red right now. As for the hair, it's a little difficult to see at 72 pixels per inch, but it's real. Click the picture for a better view, if you dare!