Like most people, when it comes to footcare, I am the textbook definition of "can't be bothered." I'll spend twenty minutes on a skincare routine for my face without batting an eyelid, but ask me to sit down, slather on my best foot cream, wait for it to sink in, and then carefully shuffle to bed without smudging it everywhere, and I'm out. It always feels like a whole production, and I never know when I'm actually supposed to fit it in. Before bed feels too messy (hello, slippery sheets), and during the day is a non-starter when I've got shoes to put on and places to be.
So my heels have always paid the price. By the time sandal season rolls around, they're dry, a bit rough underfoot, and definitely not something I want on display at the first sign of sunshine.
