Footsie – Hive and Nest

I’m sort of weird about my feet.  I have issues.  I don’t like them touched. 

No pedicures, no massages.  

I polish them myself and keep them looking just fine, I think–even though my toes are short and stubby and rather like baby carrots. (Last year, though, a nice looking older man came running after me as I was walking out of the 7-11 and told me I have beautiful feet.  All I could think was, “pervert!”  Nobody has said that to me before or since so I doubt it’s true.)

Also, I can’t stand things between my toes.  This means you, flip-flops.  I don’t understand how these things are so popular.  It’s downright painful having something wedged in my delicate toe-cleavage! They also are sloppy and noisy.  But they’re so popular. Every year I think, “hmmm, maybe flip-flops aren’t so bad.”  Like somehow, magically, this time I’ll like them.  (I think this same thing about my bike seat every year too).  So I buy a pair (the only appealing thing is the price.  Less than $3 for a pair of shoes?  Excellent) and can’t keep them on for more than 30 seconds.

I know just what I need.  Some of those Tabi socks that Japanese people wear.  Wouldn’t that look dandy?

 

In the mean time I’ll stick with bare feet.  That’s my favorite anyway.