Shoeless in Seattle: My Feet
A while back, I mentioned that my feet hurt on Easter. My response was to go shoe-less in Seattle. I felt a bit naked, but holy moly, did the tootsies feel some relief. The cool parking garage cement, the tiled elevator up to REI, the brisk slated pathways to the front of the store, and the cool linoleum and wood floors inside. It was such a relief. The OCD inside me piped up occasionally about how dirty my feet would get, but amazingly, they stayed pretty clean. REI is a pretty clean place. I had intended once inside to buy some flip-flops because I did feel a bit embarrassed. However, as a confirmed shoe whore which got me in this situation in the first place, nothing called to me. Shoes at REI are soooo granola. Then, I thought, okay, just some cute, cheap, flip-flops just to tide me over. Ummmm...$40 for flip-flops I wouldn't probably wear again-no thanks! So I decided to revel in newness of bare feet in a retail establishment in Seattle. I thought that if we were back in the Bay Area, I wouldn't feel quite the spectacle. Hell, back at Berkeley, I would have fit right in.
While all these thought whirled around, we let the kids romp on the play structures inside. I again felt some embarrassment and covered my feet with the merchandise that we were going to buy. I don't know why I was shy. It was at a play structure and none of the kids were wearing shoes. Hmmm... I am starting to feel my thirty-four years! In the midst of the romps and sipping sparkling water, I said WTF and even let CG take pictures.
Guess where those pictures ended up? Yep, his flickr account. So, what I hadn't mentioned before is that CG LOVES my feet. Yep, he probably has hundreds of pics of my feet and always sends me ads of Victoria Secret shoes with 5 inch stilettos. I think it's endearing and put up with it. I'll even pose on occasion. However, I thought this was characteristic solely of my husband. Not so much!
I was toodeling on his photo stream today and saw that ONE HUNDRED SEVENTY-ONE people have looked at my picture. There are also quite a few comments/discussion. My shoe-less-ness seems to have intrigued people. Some have even favorited the picture.
Not sure how to react. Comments have been generally positively. One asked if I was a hippie. Yep, I am former military, conservative, REPUBLICAN hippie. *blink, blink*
While all these thought whirled around, we let the kids romp on the play structures inside. I again felt some embarrassment and covered my feet with the merchandise that we were going to buy. I don't know why I was shy. It was at a play structure and none of the kids were wearing shoes. Hmmm... I am starting to feel my thirty-four years! In the midst of the romps and sipping sparkling water, I said WTF and even let CG take pictures.
Guess where those pictures ended up? Yep, his flickr account. So, what I hadn't mentioned before is that CG LOVES my feet. Yep, he probably has hundreds of pics of my feet and always sends me ads of Victoria Secret shoes with 5 inch stilettos. I think it's endearing and put up with it. I'll even pose on occasion. However, I thought this was characteristic solely of my husband. Not so much!
I was toodeling on his photo stream today and saw that ONE HUNDRED SEVENTY-ONE people have looked at my picture. There are also quite a few comments/discussion. My shoe-less-ness seems to have intrigued people. Some have even favorited the picture.
Not sure how to react. Comments have been generally positively. One asked if I was a hippie. Yep, I am former military, conservative, REPUBLICAN hippie. *blink, blink*
Mayhaps I have a career in feet modeling, eh?
2 Witty Comments For Me:
You so have a career in foot modeling. I want to buy you some peep toe pumps! You would look so hot in them.
Very interesting post.
It's funny how a small thing like being without shoes in public can cause so many conflicting emotions. Like you, I once had to go barefoot publicly because of uncomfortable shoes, and felt a bit embarrassed at first, but got used to it very quickly and actually started to enjoy it.
Would you ever do it again? If your husband likes it so much, maybe you should :)
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