I have hauled out the summer shoes, since we seem to have skipped spring and gone straight to summer. So I happily got out the sandals. My feet, though... Not so happy. And when they're not happy, I'm not happy. Every spring, I forget how much my summer shoes hate me. They insist on torturing my poor feet, who have not yet had the time to build up calluses in their effort to protect themselves. So I'm pretty sure that I'm about to bleed in several spots as the skin gets rubbed right off. And unfortunately, each pair of shoes rubs the skin off in a different place, until I no longer have actual feet, just scabs where my feet used to be... Do you think boots would look funny with linen pants and a light springy top? ...I miss my winter shoes. Although, I'm forgetting that each winter I also curse the winter shoes as they rub require me to wear socks. Maybe I should move to Kentucky, where shoes are optional.

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Posted by blueostrich at 11:35 AM
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