How to do a Foot Spa at Home
You are on your feet from morning to night and doing everything you’ve got to do. You manage your face care routine, your body care routine, and also your diet. While all of that is necessary and appreciable, there’s one thing that’s constantly being ignored… your feet! Ask yourself and answer honestly, how many times have you actually sat down and took care of your feet? If the answer is, “I don’t remember the last time I got a pedi”, followed by an excuse that “I’m so busy to even get a pedicure”, well, here’s your cue to read this!
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Bliscent Peppermint Foot Soak
Soak away the tension in your feet with this truly amazing Peppermint Foot Soak. This is how you begin to end a very hectic day on your feet. And all you need is a tub of lukewarm water and a spoonful of this soak. It’ll help revive and re-energize your feet and help to make you feel rejuvenated. Enriched with Pink Himalayan Salt and Peppermint extracts, this soak will help remove dead skin and make your feet smooth & soft.
mCaffeine Naked & Raw Dead Skin Removal Coffee Foot Scrub
A relaxing soak must be followed by an extensive scrub to exfoliate and refresh your skin. This supple yet strong Coffee Foot Scrub is the perfect partner to really clean out dead skin,rid of impurities, and dirt, and keeps your feet feeling fresh and relaxed, giving your feet a makeover.
Soulflower Tea Tree Foot Reflexology Aroma Oil
Tea Tree Foot Reflexology Aroma Oil wakes senses and re-energizes your feet. It calms skin, provides antibacterial protection, and relaxes the mind and body with its aroma. Your itchy skin will be relieved by the antibacterial characteristics it holds. Additionally, this oil prevents fungal infections on the body, reduces body odor, and leaves skin feeling supple and radiant.
The Nature’s Co. Volcanic Foot Therapy Stone
This foot therapy stone will help you truly scrub out the leftover dry and dead skin cells and give your sole that polished natural pink glow. You can use it daily for a quick foot cleanser or follow a thorough foot spa at home.
House of Beauty Paraffin Wax Socks, Lavender
A unique, effective, and simple-to-apply, deep moisture mask with a sock-like shape that completely envelops the foot. The cutting-edge revitalizing solution ensures intense and thorough regeneration as well as hydration of dry spots on heels and feet. The natural paraffin comes in hygienic packs and is ready for immediate use, you just have to warm it up and put it on.
Mellow Crack Heal Cream with Castor Oil & Beeswax
This foot cream helps smoothen out your heels and is made softer by the presence of beeswax. The anti-inflammatory and antioxidant qualities of til oil effectively cure damaged skin. This heel cream hastens the healing of heel sores. Castor oil, which is high in ricinoleic acid, helps wounds heal more quickly and naturally moisturizes heels. You can get soft, smooth heels by using a crack heel cream, and this one is what you and your feet are looking for!
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When I was a little child, there was a particular library book I checked out week after week, endlessly renewing it as much as I was able. The book, How to Raise and Keep a Dragon by John Topsell was a quasi-nonfiction guide to, as you guessed, rearing different species of dragons. I loved it. Tiny-me had plans.
As an adult, I tried to buy it a few times. No dice. The book was so old that no mainstream bookseller stocked it. Even when I tried niche websites recommended by various booksellers and librarians, I still couldn't find it. It was sadly lost to time, apparently not popular enough to make it into the archives.
But.
My best friend had a copy of that book. We're going to call her G, for several reasons not relevant at the moment. I was discussing my search with G one day, for some reason I can't remember now. She got a funny look on her face, asked me a few questions about the cover, listened to me do a very poor job of explaining with my hands how the hardcover copy had included a real gemstone in the dragon's forehead, and then went off to fish it out of her bookcase.
I was Gobsmacked.
I should not have been, given that the history of shared childhood books between us both would have made a circle with ragged edges, more so than a venn diagram, but I digress. The book came home to live in my house for a few months, and I was delighted by the chance to read it again.
Do people remember those type of books? Dragonology, Egyptology, The Stone Age - a way of introducing children to non fiction. They very earnestly spoke about the responsibilities needed to raise dragons, the practicalities involved. There was a record of registration you could fill out, if you had carefully considered the information to your self and felt you were responsible enough to to go through with adopting a dragon.
I vaguely remember filling out some of the riddle and puzzle questions in the Dragonology books. I would never have written in John Topsell's book, it was a library book.
But.
When I re-read G's copy at home, smiling over the familiar artwork, I was surprised to turn the page and find the painstaking, somewhat-wonky handwriting staring back at at me. Baby G, with her name spelled out in freshly-joined but still-not-quite-got-the-hang-of-this-yet cursive lettering. Baby G had filled the registration out in her best handwriting, in glittery green gel pen to denote the importance of the document. This was compared to the earlier, less important checklists done in plain black ink.
I read the registration certificate. Smiled. Smiled some more at the names listed for G's dragon, her dam, and her sire - Eragon was also a great book. Go off, Christopher Paolini.
Breed; standard Western Dragon. The box 'miniture' was ticked, to show that G's dragon was of the minature specic variety, rather than a full size dragon. This was, as she would later explain to me, chosen on the basis that baby-G felt it was the more financially responsible choice. Also so she could keep her dragon in her house with her, but we're not there yet.
I looked at that certificate. Looked at it again. Looked at the calendar, and then looked at the sewing machine I had just been given for Christmas.
G celebrates her birthday in January.
The template came first. I studied the different images of the standard western dragon through the book, picked my favourite, and re-drew it to a significantly larger scale.
Inking the design to the fabric, four times over probably took the longest.
I very subtly asked G the next time she was over (after hurling all dragon-related materials in a panic into the depths of my wardrobe) what type of colour dragon she would have, should it come up. As G later said, that type of question from me truly did not register as anything other than a question asked from theoretical interest. I transitioned the topic as discreetly as I could after she answered, and delightfully, my sneakiness went in one ear, out the other, and she forgot I had ever asked until several weeks later.
I enjoyed painting them.
Don't ask me how many mistakes I made through this process. So many. I do already know how to sew, but it's been a long time. I'd been meaning to get back into it for a while.
Given that various aunts and grandmothers and my mother had a knack for calling when I was up to my elbows in either paint or pins, it became a family affair. Each of them peered at the project through face time and offered their advice.
Some of the advice I took, some I didn't. No regrets about sewing it in pink thread. Considerable regrets about accidentally slicing one of the feet in half and having to fix that.
In the end though, she was finished.
I carefully pinned on her name tag, with the name baby-G had chosen with a little blue ribbon. A collar was unacceptable, this is a dragon, people, come on. Dragon's don't wear collars.
I put the book in the box, open to the registration certificate, and put the dragon on top. Wrapped the whole thing up with a bow and then refused to touch it before I sent myself mad trying to fix details that didn't really need to be fixed.
A bit late for her birthday, sure, but there we are. We'd gone for a trip off to nowhere for a weekend, to go try wine made out of blueberries and hike up a waterfall. (And climb on it. And swim in it. It was a very good waterfall).
I gave her the box, informed her she wasn't allowed to keep the box, just the contents (it was the only thing I had that was big enough for me to keep all of my A3 portfolios in, it had only been temporarily-repurposed as dragon housing), and then left the next bit up to the gods.
A surprise, sitting un-awaited for some 15 years in amber, to catch up to baby G and adult G together.
Happy Birthday, baby and adult G.
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