I have mostly been keeping it elevated. Helps with the throbbing. ;)

Gah! That looks painful.

I'm not really sure what I'm looking at though. Does the nail polish only go half way up? It looks like there's bloody clear nail up at the tip, and painted nail at the base. And all of it's bloody and damaged. Or is the entire nail painted, and half of it's gone?

Oh Ali I have to say I am sorry about ur finger! That had to hurt like a son of a bitch! :eek:

Shittington!
Ali that looks bloody awful. But in a creepy way, I'm so glad you shared.

Bruce, I've never been one of those women. Well, not since my very early 20s.
But part of my change is to stop thinking, "That's not me, I don't that" and be more positive, "I can do it with practice, even if it means starting again every day."
Which is a deep and meaningful reason for a rather silly aim. But it doesn't hurt anyone. Until I trip over Diz of course. Pesky cat.

And they are great boots.

The nail polish ends where i was able to cut the nail back to. The clear area is exposed nail bed.

It was bent all the way back to the cuticle, but I couldn't get the clippers any further back without touching the exposed bed. When the nerves settle down a bit I will cut the rest off so it can heal cleanly.

Ow. Ow. Ow. I sympathize. :(

I'm thinking of taking the alternative to the glitter wedges down to the shop, to see if they have any cat milk.
But it's raining, the route is hardly well paved - a problem as they have stiletto heels - and they almost definitely won't sell it anyway.
And I think it's too soon for me and these boot/ shoes to go out.
Although with concentration I can even walk in the park in my red shoes now (very uneven paths and up/ downhill stretches. So I can learn.

Maybe I'll take my go-go boots.
Then even if there is no cat-milk at least I've achieved something.

I start cooking dinner in about an hour and a half, and I worked this morning, walking there and back so there's that already on the achieving front, it's not all about shoes.

Decisions, decisions.

We learned to walk in heels by wearing thick socks and vacuuming. Be careful you don't fall and twist an ankle. Vanity be damned!

Turns out I was fine. And they did have the catmilk.

Took the red shoes to Luton hospital today.
Was glad to take them off when I got home, blisters on the soles of my feet.

That's the ache I remember, the reason I used to end up dancing and walking home barefoot, or getting a piggyback from an obliging young lad. I lost a boot in a nightclub that way. We were staying on a boat, so we got a taxi to the marina and I was carried onboard like a new bride. And no, I didn't sleep with him.

I just need to wear the red shoes and alternate silver stilettoes out of the house and stand in them for a while. I'll build up immunity. The wedges I will continue to practice in. Just not outside. Look, people learn to walk on stilts and millions of women wear heels as high as the ones I am acclimatising as everyday footwear (not the glitter wedges I admit, but catwalk model wear shoes just as silly.)

Anyway three women said they loved my shoes. It was the mile walking home after having them on for 6 hours that was the eye-roller. Like this :rollanim:

Bought 46lb of spaghetti today.

Why?

How many gallons of Chianti will it take to wash that down?

Today marks ten years since my mum died. It has been a pretty sad day, but i cleaned my oven and got high on fumes, so i guess thats something.

Sorry it's a tough day for you, Ali. Hope you're holding up well.

I'm sorry Ali.