Pampered Foot Party

Back in our early teens, my friend T and I spent a sizable chunk of our summer breaks perched on the edge of her downstairs bathtub, reading YM while soaking our feet in some concoction of bath products.We'd then proceed to carry out what were probably the most convoluted pedicures known to man. T's mother was an Avon lady, you see. We had unlimited access to a plethora of foot products, from