So I don’t know why the following scenario came as such a surprise to me, but last week, I was grabbing the newspaper from the driveway and saying hello to a neighbor walking her dog. Same old, same old, until she asked why my feet never got cold.
It took a few moments to realize that:
a) she wasn’t asking IF but WHY;
b) they weren’t at all cold, I mean, yeah, the pavement was, but who cared;
c) I guess I always walk outside first thing in the morning barefoot.
Which, once inside, led to the realization that:
a) I always take off my shoes the moment I get home;
b) I only put them back on when I am leaving the neighborhood.
Which I then concluded maybe isn’t entirely normal? Especially since:
a) I hate the look of my feet so it would stand to reason that I’d want to keep them hidden;
b) I also hate (HATE) getting splinters and rocks in my feet which hurt and slow me down.
So what’s with a life of barefootin’? All I can say is that going shoe-less feels like freedom to me. It’s luxury, it’s making my own choices, it’s being slightly rebellious within the realm of socially acceptable.
Which I guess is me.
So tell us, shoes on or off for you? And any fave Joanie Bartel songs?
Tina (who included a pic of her feet in a happy medium state--still breathin', but technically covered)
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