This Tootsie Palette is one of the first things I found in a thrift shop after moving to Hollywood in 1976. I was so excited I could finally have feet like the stars!
Well, at least toes like the stars if I ever got it together to slide my tootsies into this awkward little gadget with the adjustable toe dividers.
Thank you to the as-requested-unnamed foot model for this little demonstration:
As the package says, you can even romp around in your Tootsie Palettes while your little tootsies are drying.
But that means you have to slip into the “portable” Tootsie Palettes also included.
And that means only half of your foot is given support should you choose to change locations while your little piggies are drying. But not to worry as the instructions make it clear they won’t fall off your feet because the black velvet ties “Hold With a Single Turn…NO KNOTS Necessary.”
For anything to demand that many capital letters I would expect a revolutionary, newly patented fastening method. But as you can see from the rhinestones and their quite normal backings, if you don’t knot the straps not only will you get blisters on the bottom of your feet from the half-only palette but also risk skin burn when you rip the tape off your feet you’ll need to hold these things on.
But despite straps that are barely long enough to knot and a piece of hard plastic that causes arch pain if worn long enough, it’s hard not to get excited about a foot beauty product that’s this excited about itself:
Although I love the little Toosie Palette logo, the shape could have easily been adapted into both a palette and a foot. From this…
…to this:
But aside from whatever deficiencies it might have, I think the “Styled In Hollywood” Tootsie Palette is about as great a Hollywood inspired kitsch product as there is. Why aspire to be great, to be gifted in the creative arts, to win an Oscar, to rise above all the obstacles in your path to achieve greatness when you can just have beautifully polished toes?
Denise
OK, everything about this is brilliant. The rhinestones, the prongs — and the little Allee foot at the end!
And yet another mid-century medieval torture device for the sake of “beauty” … I remember when I was a kid, getting those @#$% permanents where my aunt would pour boiling water over my head. My mother would always say, “One must suffer to be beautiful.”
Allee
I know. The price of beauty has always skyrocketed.