Full Feet Ahead
As the warm weather slowly disappears, so does the need for pedicures. Unless you are a planning a tropical trip, wearing open toed shoes to a wedding, have terrible calluses or selling feet pictures…
Due to this generation’s spending habits, many people are looking for alternative ways to make money outside of their 9-5 jobs. These side hustles can include anything from blogging (not I), completing surveys, influencing on social media or selling personal items including your feet.
For the record, I have not sold feet photos. I recently found out that people are baffled by the fact that I wear toe rings, so I don’t think my pictures would sell (maybe in the 90s they would have).
I also would like to mention I just Googled “sell feet pictures,” so I can’t wait to see what advertisements pop up on my webpages and Youtube.
These are Google’s hot tips when starting such an endeavour:
- Choose a website or social media platform – Instagram, Instafeet, Feet Finder, Feet Pics. I would chose the most creative name
- Purchase a good camera – you’ll eventually be able to pay it off with your new moola
- Promote your page – maybe not to your grandmother
- Take good care of your feet – my God, I hope people know this without having to be told
Also according to my extensive research, posting photos of the sole of the foot is the most desired. Believe me, no one needs to see these never-wear-socks-in-shoes soles.
My naive (or perhaps dirty) mind assumed that feet photos were intended for individuals to intimately enjoy, but Google states that it’s mostly for businesses who require photos of feet like modelling agencies, artists and shoe companies.
I wonder if the feet photos displayed at the nail salon are some young woman in her kitchen just trying to pay off her Dyson Airwrap?
However, while people are bringing in dough for feet photos, I felt like a dough-head talking about feet…
In S’more Mistakes, I didn’t know the right identity. Today, I didn’t know the right words.
A few months ago my co-recreation therapist and I presented for the BC Therapeutic Recreation Association. This was our second time presenting on our findings utilizing wireless, noise-isolating headphones.
We had zero technical issues, zero powerpoint mishaps and zero clue how that happened.
At the end of the presentation we encouraged the attendees to contact us with any questions or praise.
The following week, a few recreation therapists reached out via email and one asked if she could schedule a virtual meeting with us.
With the intention of being transparent, we hadn’t felt prepared entering this meeting. We weren’t sure what the meeting would entail and I had forgotten to grab meeting snacks.
The conversation was quite informal. We bounced from topic to topic and I left the tough questions to my co-recreation therapist.
At one point we were talking about the reason we started our project and the motivation behind it (I wanted to state it was because I always wanted to be a DJ, but I didn’t think that was appropriate).
I mentioned that our motivation was mostly due to the fact that we had agreed to present at the Canadian Therapeutic Recreation Association conference back in May. Our name was on the program, we had used the registration discount code, so we were locked in.
When describing this feeling, I said, “it was full feet ahead.”
Instead of saying ‘full speed ahead’ or was I trying to say ‘jumped in with both feet?’ Now looking back, I’m not even sure what I was trying to say.
In this moment I needed Cher to turn back time because I don’t know why I did the things I did and I don’t know why I said the things I said.
Following our meeting, I immediately phoned my co-recreation therapist and asked if she had noticed my wixed up mords.
She admitted that she had let out a giggle. I did appreciate her making fun of my mistakes privately rather than publicly.
After such an interaction, all I wanted to do with my feet is get the heck out of there.
