I went to artscape looking for a picture to hang on the the wall above my bed. It's been blank since I moved into my apartment almost a year ago because I cannot find anything that I would like to hang there. I didn't have any luck though. Everything was either not my style or too big or too small. So instead I bought two cool and very different bracelets at Artscape. One is a copper band with a hand engraved floral pattern on it. It's gorgeous. The other is a string of small squares, each with a different picture that pertains to traveling on it. Airplanes, ships, luggage, and such. It's too great. It reminds me a lot of my Angelina bracelet, except it won't get me made fun of. I also bought a toe ring. I got that in anticipation of my first ever pedicure.

I have this problem with feet. I do not really like having mine touch nor do I enjoy touching other people's feet. It is a serious problem. I mean, serious in that I have a REALLY big problem with it. Most people respect that, except for this one guy in college who used to put his sweaty feet all over me to freak me out. Anyway, a friend of mine at work asked me if I wanted to go get a pedicure with her. She doesn't know about my foot thing being that she's a new friend, and I accepted for a few reasons. One, I didn't want to tell her about my foot thing because I didn't want her to think I'm weird. She's the first new friend I've made in some time so we're still in the honeymoon stage of friendship where we don't share our weirdness. Also, I've wanted to get rid of my foot fear for awhile, and thought this might do the trick. Either that or it'll land me in a mental institution. Finally, my feet really could use it. I'm on them 7-9 hours a night at work and they are pretty calloused and dry and all around gross. Hm. Perhaps that's too much information. Anyway, that's why I bought a toe ring. So I can show off my pretty new feet after my horrifying, possibly debilitating pedicure.