naked feet

Socks. I don’t wear them. I live in the north and we have winter.  You still won’t find me in socks.  I wear my boots without socks. Slippers without socks. Heels without socks. (DRAMATIC PAUSE: If you wear socks and heels please stop reading NOW. 1983 is calling and they want their socks back.)

My feet belong naked.

I grew up in the even more north and I remember my best friend in high school gave me a big box of socks for my birthday. (It really was better than this sounds. “Best friend gives box o’socks.”) It still makes me laugh. The care & concern she had for my feet.

Naked feet. My feet belong naked. In flip flops. On a warm island. All the time.

The only time I’d wear socks is with running shoes. To the gym. And we know that just doesn’t happen.

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  1. I am RIGHT there with you. I do indulge in the trouser sock with a pantsuit for work, but I also prefer all footwear (save my running shoes) to be sans socks. I wore pantyhose (even the WORD is horrible) for the last time in 1999. I told everyone that I wouldn’t wear them for my wedding and I didn’t. I got married in October and because it was a cool Cleveland day, I needed a muff for my hands when we were taking outdoor photos but I wore open-toed sandals the entire day! And my something blue? Sparkly blue toenail polish with teeny-tiny rhinestones at the edges for a “french” pedicure (the brilliant idea of my very young manicurist at the time.) Fabulous! My feet are happiest with sand between my toes or in my Croc flipflops!

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