I hate shoes. I wear them only when I have no other choice. During spring I love nothing more than walking around my garden with next to the followers on soft and chrunchy grass. One of the great perks of my job is that I work at home so I can pad around the house in naked feet. I have a grand total of five wearable pairs of shoes including a pair of boots and some flip flops I’ve owned for over ten years.
My husband is the complete opposite. He wears shoes nearly all the time. Once or twice he’s accidentally worn them to bed. He has sixteen pairs of sneakers and four pairs of dress shoes.
I’m grossed out by feet and by touching gross things (like the kitchen floor) with my feet. I usually wear socks even in summertime, and always wear shoes to go outside. I only have maybe four pairs of shoes that I actually wear, though.
I like well cared for women’s feet. I like shoes. I like shoes that compliment women’s feet and legs. Berkinstocks are not it. Flip flops have a pool or beach function. Running shoes are for working out. I’m sure I’ll be condemned as a sexist pig by some but a nice heel on the right foot is incredibly sexy.
Me, I’m a dude. I’ve often been told I have nice feet but you won’t catch me in flip flops unless I’m in the gym shower or at the pool. My sandals cover toes and heel. I own (last count) 25 pairs of shoes/boots/sandals, plus sport specific shoes.
I dislike having my feet enclosed by shoes. I find socks too constricting as well–it doesn’t help that it is hard to find them in my size. I wear sandals pretty much exclusively, and even those come off immediately when I get home.
It’s flipflop season. I wear them a lot when I can be sure that my toes won’t break off. And when I don’t, I’m wearing clompy boots or harness boots. The fancy shoes get dragged out maybe two, three times a year.
If I can get away with it, no shoes. I can’t count the number of times I used to blister and burn the soles of my feet, walking down the road barefoot in the middle of summer.
When I’m at home, the shoes come off as soon as I get in the door. If it’s not too cold, the socks will come off afterward. During summer if I’m wearing sandals (and thus not too stinky) the shoes will come off under my desk at work as well. I love bare feets.
Of course, I don’t look after my feet so they’re a terrible sight of calluses and cracks. But they suit me just fine.
Barefooter, so the whole ‘no shoes in the house’ custom works well for me. I wear slippers in other people’s homes, but in my own house it’s either socks or bare feet.
Outside my apartment, though, there’s too much stuff that’s unpleasant to walk on. Plus, I’d never ride my bike without foot protection. At a beach or public pool, OTOH, the piggies run free.
I’ve been a barefoot girl my whole life, and I don’t intend to stop. The shoes come off the minute I hit the door at home after work, and I wear sandals well into the cold months. I hate that we have to wear closed toe shoes at work.
I recall a discussion two of my elderly friends from a quilt group were having about wearing shoes in the house. One was a barefooter, and the other disagreed quite loudly. The barefooter defended her position by saying “How else are you supposed to find out where you spilled the sugar on the floor?”
Here it is too cold most of the year to not wear shoes, but if I am in warmer climates, my feet are on vacation too, no shoes, just bare feet frolicing.
Around the house I much prefer going barefoot, although I often have to cave in and put on socks because my feet start to freeze.
In public I usually wear close toed shoes, mostly because I can’t control the cleanliness of the floors outside of the house and also because my toenails are miniscule and look horrible.
The fancy shoes get dragged out maybe two, three times a year.