A comment on my friend Tracey’s blog reminded me of some of my youth’s delights. As a wee lad, I loathed them shoe thangs. Luckily, I spent many a year in warm climes (such as California and the Philippines), where I was able to imbibe this lifestyle choice and reinforce it into the deepest habit space. My move to Virginia was awkward, though (first grade-ish), as wearing sandals in the snow (my compromise with my mother) just wasn’t feasible. I was dedicated enough to give it a whirl, however. I’m sure that’s the reason I settled in Seattle, Birkenstock capital of the globe. No, it had nothing to do with my parent’s being from here, meeting at UW, blah blah. It’s all about me, blast it! *ahem*
Funny, though, how this hasn’t changed, even as I approach my advanced years. Decades of opportunity to modify, of Skinneristic efforts to force my conversion (blue toes; not from an overdose of nailpolish), and still, my favorite shoes my Birk Milanos, though my Tevas come a close second. Though I don’t walk barefoot much (once or twice experiencing the wrong end of the poochy digestive system), I still enjoy shoe-free-ness…and my flip flops. Viva sandals!