It's the Little Things.....: Feet.

I don't like feet. In fact, they may be my least favourite body part. Maybe it's because of my wonky toe - the baby toe on my left foot was born with the need to snuggle up tight to (actually, on top of) its neighbour. Mostly I forget that it's even different. The exception is buying shoes - that's a little more difficult than it should be.

Oh, and there was that time when I was sleeping over at my friend Lorraine's house (I was probably 7 or 8 years old) and her mom told me that if I didn't put my toe back where it belonged then I'd have to go home. Maybe Lorraine's mom has something to do with my disdain?

Until I was pregnant with Sheldon I didn't want anyone touching my feet much less looking at them. But there was something about those crazy baby-making hormones that pushed me to get a pedicure and then I was a changed woman. Just. Like. That. Now a pedicure a few times a year has become a nice treat.

But still. Feet? Not necessarily my favourite.

And yet.

I was looking back at my Instagram photos recently and I noticed a pattern: I take a lot of pictures of my feet. A quick look through the photos on my computer confirmed it. In fact, I take so many that my feet alone can pretty much tell you what has been going on my life for the past year.

Need proof?

Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you now: 2012. In feet.