Wishing that your barefoot-vision comes true in perfect timing.

Lucy, yay for red shoes and fluffy socks! :-)

Hugs, Hiro
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I live in flip flops, pumps and air cushioned shoes that allow me to bounce around my studio and keep me light and bright. I don’t think I could design freely in anything that didn’t let me feel uplifting and upbeat!

And then for the evenings…always, always comfy fluffy socks :)

The first pair of shoes I got to choose for myself: white clogs because the older girls who lived next door wore white clogs and I wanted to be just like them. I loved those clogs, though they didn’t stay white for long.

First pair of heels. Not really much of a heel, just enough for an eighth grader. They were sandals. With a strap over the toes in tan, natural-looking leather and another that wound around the ankle and then buckled in front. I wore them with this navy blue dress that had a tight fit. I remember the shoes because of the look on my boyfriend’s face (he was my first) when I rounded the corner after coming up the stairs to the second floor at school.

Soft leather loafers worn without socks. In the winter. In Indiana. For some reason during college I didn’t need to wear socks that often. My feet stayed nice and warm even in the winter, so I wore leg warmers and brought them down to my ankles when I wore skirts. Since then I’ve never really liked socks that much and just don’t wear them very often. Except for the wooly ones I wear in the winter by themselves when I’m at home.

Silver ballet flats with silver bow. It was the 80s, I was in London and I bought this fabulous pair of sparkly shoes that took me everywhere. And I danced, danced, danced. Ditto for a pair of black patent lace-up shoes with the sides cut out. Very stylin’. I held onto both pairs long after I stopped wearing them because of the memories imbedded in their soles.

My hiking boots. Have had them for years. They have taken me to so many gorgeous places. They don’t get to go out as much as they would like. We must do something about that.

Sexy, strappy, black high heels. Because they are Oh So Gorgeous. And they are actually fairly supportive because of all the Strappiness. And because just looking at them makes me happy when I think about all the places they could go.

Barefoot. For several years I’ve had a vision of myself standing barefoot on mossy rocks in a beautiful white dress while waves gently lap. There’s an impossibly blue lake in northern Wisconsin and wind playing with birch tree leaves. Everything smells of evergreen. I’m holding the hand of my lover and we’re committing ourselves to each other, there in barefeet on mossy rocks.

Melissa, I’ll look for that song by the Chenille Sisters. Thanks for letting us know about it.

I am still one who occasionally goes to Gatherings Which One Wears High Heels. On those occasions, 4″ is my favorite height. I feel beautiful and dangerous. The next day I feel a little foolish and achey.

In college I would hike miles in platform heels (corked bottom late 90s style…) My office attire always included nothing less than a 3″ heel. Now that I’m playing with pooches, I don’t have opportunity to wear heels as often. I also spend a ton of time in my walking or running shoes. Knee surgery a few years back made me very aware of support and comfort. I learned there is a deceptive amount of sneakers that look supportive but really aren’t.

Have you heard “Girl Shoes” by the Chenille Sisters? It’s a great song that would probably fit your pre-shoe-giving-party years. =)

I am mad about shoes, and I chose my outfits to match the shoes i want to wear that day. Because shoes are really important to me.

And so is to be barefoot.

It’s easy to tell my mood by the shoes I am or am not wearing.

Much love
Tatty

Dearest Leonie, thank you for this wonderful poem!

Mark, stiletto-heeled thigh-high black leather boots? You’re a man of many parts (and shoes). You must tell me the story of those boots (and that time in your life) someday. :-)

Char and Marissa, thank you!

Love, Hiro

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Katie, I had a friend who attended parochial school. She said that they weren’t allowed to polish their shoes to a high gloss because then their shoes might reflect their underwear! (You can’t make this stuff up . . .)

Elly, ah, the shoe-as-oracle. I’m so sorry for your eighteen-year-old self. And love that you’ve discovered shoes you can stride in.

Judy, the movie! Ha! :-) So good that you’re taking care of your feet, since they support your entire body.

Ilikered, lovely to read your love letter to red high top chuck taylor converse.

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As I get older, my shoes have become much more comfortable. I’m much less willing to make myself uncomfortable to wear the shoes I “should” be wearing.

Fashion be damned, I want to feel good on my feet!

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What an interesting post – really got me thinking. Funny what one recalls – Memories of wearing white/black saddle shoes in high school! My senior year we had a very strict principal (I attended a parochial school, so had a nun as principal). She would stand in the hall during change of classes looking at shoes. If your shoes weren’t up to snuff (polished), you were sent to the office to polish your shoes – instead of going to class.

Now I have just gotten to the stage where comfort is my only concern, although a couple of weeks ago for a family wedding I dug around a bit and found a nicer looking pair of shoes with a slight heel (thought I had tossed them all). That pair lasted about 1 hour and I went back to comfort!! I guess I just have a different perspective on how me feet have carried me through life and how they would like to be treated in return.

Glad to hear you have reached another milestone after hip replacement – a moment to savor.

Katie