Best Toes Ever!

Best Toes Ever!, originally uploaded by Leah Virsik.

How do you know you’re taking care of yourself? Some friends have told me it’s when they take the time to have their toes painted. So yeah, my friend Cheryl, helps me take care of myself by making sure we get our our toes painted.

These were photographed by Joanne Clapp Fullagar and painted by Anna’s Nails in Castro Valley, CA.

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3 Comments

  1. Posted 28 October 2009 at 1:07 pm | Permalink

    Those are totally the best toes ever!!! Lovin’ the polka-dots!

  2. Posted 5 November 2009 at 10:52 pm | Permalink

    You’re right ~ these ARE the best toes ever! are they whit dots or little diamontes?

  3. Posted 5 November 2009 at 11:37 pm | Permalink

    Thanks Chrissy. They are white dots. They were applied by Emily with a toothpick.

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