They don't even contain any candy like christmas stockings! Boo!

I've come to the realisation that I need to shave my feet.

Why, you ask. Well, it's like this. Every time I get up from bed/the couch/from sitting down, since I've started at Metal Co, my feet hurt. Like seriously hurt. Sometimes more, sometimes less. But, I also realised that since I'm not getting any younger, and is hopefully not sitting down a lot more anytime soon, it was time to let go of the youngster dreams of being able to cope with everything! Everything! And just give up. Pull out mom's old compression stockings and hope for the best.

They've worked out okay. I feel a difference, but mostly in the fact that I feel like I have this awkward secret under my pants and I'd probably rather get eaten by one of the dinos before admitting to using compression stockings. I mean, taste the word. Compression. Stockings.

Also, when you take those stockings off, you don't really take them off. You just remove them to live another day. Evidence:

Sorry for the yellowy bluey tint of the picture, I'll blame winter 
for being dark.

But what's up with these feet now? Well, you know how you pull up a pair of tights and then wear them all day long and then when you take them off, all the hairs on your legs have been bent the wrong way (up) and your skin is tender and sore for a while after you've freed them? I had no idea that the smidgeon of hairs on the tops of my FEET would be even worse! Yes. The hairs on my feet make my skin hurt when I pull the compression stockings off.

If anyone had told me as a teenager that I'd be this human by the time I passed 25, I would have cried.
Getting older and more "mature" and developing all these traits that grown up women and men have, isn't very much fun at all.

At all!