So I’ve been walking around barefoot or in sandals for most, if not all of the summer. And I’ve developed some rather impressive callouses on my feet.
Nishi has been upholstering for much of the summer as well, and much of that work is either prying staples out of old furniture, or stapling new fabric. I’ve been fairly careful so far to avoid staples while walking around her workspace, and haven’t had any nasty surprises yet.
However, this morning as I got out of bed, I noticed my heel was dragging – catching on the bed sheet. I reached down, and felt a staple logged into my heel. It was a staple that had been pried off a chair, so replace that new staple image in your head with a gnarled and twisted one. I had to show it off, but I just yanked it out and went on my way. I’ve never been more proud of my feet.