I’m not sure when it started.
Possibly it began with my mother photographing her feet in the sand every time she went on a beach vacation, or possibly not.
Maybe my friend Deb and I started it together, or maybe it came from just one of us.
But now, it’s tradition. We get a pedicure, we snap a picture of our toes. (It might have started, actually, the year I began letting the pedicurists do nail art on my toes, something I no longer do.)
Today was the first pedicure I’ve had since June.
As always it was bliss.
And I took a picture.