I do not care all that much for shoes. I like for my toes to be available for gripping the floor, peeling a banana (sound of phonograph needle ripping through vinyl), whhaaa?
I can peel a banana with my feet. Now you know.
I can also make a noise with my toes that makes anyone within earshot think that someone is knocking at the door.
AND IT NEVER GETS OLD!
A bonus to living in Florida is that it is a rare day when I can’t pad around in my bare feet.
When I was going through my FlyLady phase, one of the suggestions she makes for starting the day is to get dressed, apply make-up, and cram your feet into a pair of shoes. Even if you’re not going anywhere.
I’ll get dressed, and I’ll even throw on a little make-up, but shoes? No.
I’m following all sorts of recommendations to ensure healthy knees that will keep me vertical well into my AARP years, and I got a big one yesterday. The doctor that saw me when I had my knee stitches removed told me that since he moved down to Florida from New York, he has never ever seen so many cases of unhealthy knees and backs in all his practice.
He attributes it to the fact that Floridians basically walk around barefoot on concrete all day. We don’t have basements or floors with any kind of give to them.
He went on to suggest that I start wearing shoes around the house. He came this close to uttering the dreaded phrase “support shoes” but he saw the look on my face. I drew in a sharp breath. I asked him if Crocs counted. He said yes, they would be wonderful.
Well. At least there’s that. I would say that if I’m FORCED to wear shoes out of doors, 90% of the time it’s a pair of Crocs.
Fiddledaddy has been after me to wear shoes indoors for years, and he is living large with all his I TOLD YOU SO’S of late. And since he has been witnessing me still padding around free of shoes today, he FORCED me to sit down at my computer and order a new pair of Crocs. Just for the house.
My master plan. (insert maniacal laughter)
Yes. All of this pain and suffering has just been a ruse to procure me THESE!
How about you? Shoes or no shoes around the house? And bunny slippers do not count.