I got a pedicure on Friday and, as usual, I assumed my pedicurist was chattering on in Vietnamese about my scary feet (for all I know she's talking about her own scary feet...but when you're self-absorbed you assume it's always about you). I always tip well when I get a pedicure because when it comes to my toes I know those ladies are workin'. It was a job before salsa, but now...fugitaboutit. I'll put it this way, one toe nail came off completely while I was sitting in the chair (actually, I pulled it off, but only because I knew she wouldn't...). As usual, it was a bonding experience that ended in a hug...

On Saturday night I experienced yet another wardrobe malfunction. I know it's very unladylike of me not to be bothered with things like tags and full-on bra cup making a showing...but...geez, I guess I just get too busy dancing.

Between the scary feet and wardrobe issues, I have to admit, I have serious issues in Maintenance 101. Was I just born this way?

Just for today, I accept my difficulties with beauty and image maintenance (which sucks when you live in LA).