This is a ten-minute look at my veiny feet, beginning with me gently applying lotion to my peds, especially on those troublesome dry, cracked heels of mine. Just to be sure the lotion is absorbed, I rub my feet together a few times. Then—just to tease you—I slip on my European-style bedroom slippers for a few moments, and as I ease my feet out of them, I begin to talk about our dear Italian friend, Andrea. As you shall hear me explain, he has taught me why someone would admire my feet in the particular way he does. (All the while I'm talking, I'm moving my feet around and spreading my toes as ...

This is a ten-minute look at my veiny feet, beginning with me gently applying lotion to my peds, especially on those troublesome dry, cracked heels of mine. Just to be sure the lotion is absorbed, I rub my feet together a few times. Then—just to tease you—I slip on my European-style bedroom slippers for a few moments, and as I ease my feet out of them, I begin to talk about our dear Italian friend, Andrea. As you shall hear me explain, he has taught me why someone would admire my feet in the particular way he does. (All the while I'm talking, I'm moving my feet around and spreading my toes as you would expect I would.) Then I read aloud from the book I've been reading. As you shall see, my feet do all sorts of wonderful things when I'm involved in something unrelated to them. There are super close-ups throughout which are guaranteed to keep your eyes glued to your monitor! At the end, I thank Andrea for sharing his intimate memories which prompted us to make this clip. As he is sure to do, you'll enjoy every second of my pale, blue-veined, tendony feet squirming and wriggling their way into your imagination.