My Feet

I love my feet.  It's always been this way.  Most babies grab onto their feet.  I think it has do with developing our muscles and learning to walk.  Most people grow out of this stage.  I never did.  I love to rub, massage, pick at, hold my feet.  I especially like my toes.   My toes are both long and slender but also very tense.  I tend to exist with my toes in a perpetual state of contraction which over the years has had some less than favorable impacts of the toes themselves.

Since I adore my feet, I am very particular about the shoes that cover them.  I have long subscribed to the "it's better to look good than to feel good" school.  But as 40 looms, I'm less and less tolerant of being uncomfortable.  Tuesday I wore sneakers from my home to my office where I changed in to a lovely pair of ankle strapped high heels.  By 5:00 I was so ready to get back into the sneakers.  On Wednesday, I wore an equally lovely pair of mules with a 2.5 inch heel.  And oh my goodness, I was in pain from the second I stepped out of the car.  I must have looked with an arthritic old women as I hobbled from the parking lot to my office.  I honestly do not know how I survived without screaming at the top of my lungs that my feet were on fire. 

So you may ask, what have I learned? 

Today, Thursday I have on my feet loafers with a 1.25 inch heel and 3/8ths inch of rubber sole at the ball of my foot.  But I feel ugly.  My feet are screaming sighs of relief but I'm wondering if everyone is looking at my feet saying to themselves, "Why is Sue wearing old lady shoes?"

Craig asks, "Who looks at feet anyway?"  He thinks I have issues.  And sure, of course I have issues.  I'm a 40 year old, overweight woman in Los Angeles.  I'm issue central.  But honestly, who looks at feet?

I LOOK AT FEET! I look at my own feet, I look at Craig's feet.  (They look like the feet of a 9 month old only larger.  I'll have pictures tomorrow.  Mine are like a Grecian marble statue that I saw in a museum.)  I admire and critique the footwear of all of those around me.  I notice if a foot is bare or covered. 

I've become obsessed with pantyhose.  I'm not required to wear them but I find they make some outfits look more complete.  But there's the washing and storage of hose -- yuck!  For years I was required to wear hose.  Honestly, it was in the dress code where I used to work.  (I hear they went casual last year.)  And have you noticed?  Katie Couric seldom wears hose.  She is not a generally accepted fashion maven but so many people are watching her and taking their cues from what they see on TV.

But today I have loafers and cotton socks on my feet.  My toes are in continual motivation, contracting and releasing, twisting left and right, up and down.  My left foot is at the end of my crocked left knee and is under my right thigh. 

Comments

[Jerilyn]

True Story: When I was in the 7th grade, my mom bought me the UGLIEST tennis shoes ever. They were purple with red and blue stripes and they were velcro. SO HORRIBLE.

Anyway, I was very embarrassed to wear them, and I wished that someone else would show up wearing a similar pair, so I started noticing people's shoes. Sometimes at night, I would put myself to sleep thinking about shoes and who they belonged to (Tim wore KSwiss, Dave wore Adidas with the green soles—see what kind of a freak I am? I STILL remember! It's been TWENTY YEARS!)

Thankfully, by my freshman year of high school, my obsession had mostly gone away, but I always thought it would be awesome to have a contest where all 800 students at my junior high would stand behind curtains with only their feet sticking out and I would have to see how many I could identify just by their shoes. I knew in my heart I could identify a solid 80%.

HOW SICK IS THAT?!

(I think I may that into a CGB post)

[Laurie]

My mom has a real thing about people's feet and shoes. She feels like you can tell a lot about a person by looking at their shoes. I just want to be comfortable so I do weird things like buy three pairs of the same all weather clogs in different colors. It finally embarrased even me.

[Volshoy]

I LOVE beautiful feet! They are a beautiful creation of God to admire and enjoy. I hope you all keep your feet looking gorgeous and clean every day.