My feet are enigmatic.

They have great potential, but rarely live up to it. When they are clean and smooth and tended to, my feet are my favorite part of my body.

In winter, however, after they’ve been hidden away and virtually ignored save the cursory scrubbing in the daily shower, they are the stuff of monster legend.

I develop calluses on my heels so thick that you can stick a straight pin a good ¼” in before I’ll feel it. The calluses occasionally crack and bleed and are painful. The top layer of skin on my feet has the consistency of the rawhide my dog chews on and could be a reasonable substitute for 40-grit sandpaper. It’s not a good scene.

Two products rescue my feet from hideosity. Yes, I know that’s not a word. If you had seen my feet last week, though, you might place a call to Mr. Webster. The first of these miracle workers is this:

amlactinAmLactin Moisturizing Body Cream is decidedly NOT glamorous. You won’t see any movie stars hawking it, and it doesn’t turn up on the shelves of any of the finest stores. It is, nevertheless, the only lotion I’ve ever used that can soften the concrete that the skin on my winter feet becomes.

This, also, saves the day:

opi_waitress_nail_polishI’m Not Really A Waitress, by OPI is my winter toenail color. In the spring and summer I wear Cajun Shrimp, also by OPI.

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And behold the evidence.

Before:

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After:

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