Beach days might be a thing of the past for this year, but it’s still sandal season. Just back from a walk across town and I saw lots of summer sandals. Unfortunately, not as many summer feet! Ugh! It must be hard to relive wonderful beach days in your dreams at night when the cracked skin on your heels is leaving scratch marks on your legs…or someone else’s.
We take such care of the little piggies all summer and boom! we forget as soon as the life guard stations are put away. It’s easy to maintain your soft summer feet as well as your summer mindset.
First night you can, plan a Bed Camp tune-up. Run a warm scented bath, put on your favorite playlist, get your favorite book or magazine and slowly ease into the bubbles. Let yourself soak and soften. Before you get out, quickly rub your heels with a pumice stone, rinse and wrap yourself in your largest fluffiest bath towel. Bit of cream everyday will do wonders to help you keep your summer feet without weekly expensive pedicures! And a warm bubble bath will help your mind anytime!
The setting sun now slips away minutes before 7:00 PM. Days are getting shorter. This is the last weekend of the summer. I give in. Done. Squeezed in everything I could. Enjoying some good memories this weekend, making a few more, organizing my pictures and putting my linens away.
There are some bright spots — the humidity is down and there are better ‘hair days’, the air is crisp and great for walking and riding and, best of all, at least for those of us in NYC, most of the tourists have gone back home. Museums and theaters and the streets are ours to enjoy. Well, at least until Thanksgiving when the holiday tourists begin to arrive. But for now, we own the town and should enjoy it. New limited-run plays on Broadway, with marquee talents, have tickets for sale and seats available. Plenty to do indoors and out. Let the Fall begin!
Running an errand recently in the East Village, I turned a corner and happened upon this glorious sight — reflections of other buildings and clouds on a glass building on Astor Place. Had to stop and just enjoy it for a few minutes, then took out my phone and snapped a picture.
It wasn’t lost on me that if I had been checking my mail or texting, I would have missed it. What a good reminder to be present in the space you’re in.
Don’t miss out on the good things. Leave the phone in your bag or pocket and enjoy the view…a good one will appear when you least expect it!