At the strategy meeting yesterday, we got some bullshit about how the new British government wants to cut salaries in the public sector, so we were already suspecting that the pay freeze would continue. (Nevermind that we're a commercial company in the States...the mothership is British and that's what counts!)

Hahaha! I so am those little old ladies in Hawaii. We`ve been wearing flip-flops for generations, we just call them slippers. Zori. My sister stopped wearing them because her husband hates the flappy noise, and I call that downright oppressive. Also, they don`t have to be flappy. But yes, I have indoor slippers and outdoor slippers, and there`s a transaction at the shoe bench just inside the house. The SO wears shoes in the house and I tried to stop him once and he was all, why, and I was all...because it`s Not Done. But you know, our house is all tile and all pet furred, and it`s his house so he can wear `em if he wants `em. He does most of the sweeping and mopping anyway.

Also, they don`t have to be flappy.

How are they not flappy? And still flip floppy?

Ok, there`s a technique, I dunno how to describe, where you mildly grip with your toes, and the whole sole comes up and down with your foot, and I dunno...but it`s quiet. I swears.

Liese has prehensile toes, pass it on.

I`m in the throes of slipper despair, though, because my amazing manufacturer in Honolulu closed down and I am uncertain where to get a suitable replacement. Despite one billion cheapo ones being available.

When I met the DH, I tended to wear long smocky dresses. Give my broad shoulders and wide hips, they made me look not unlike a linebacker in drag, but they were comfy. He convinced me to try wearing jeans on the grounds of "also comfy", and not only were they also comfy, they didn't need ironing and I didn't have to worry about the hems catching on my heels and tripping me on stairs! And I got lots of compiments, so I was glad I tried them.

I don't mind an SO (or a friend) asking me to try something new (accepting suggestions is a good way to keep out of a rut, IMO), but if I hadn't liked them, I certainly wouldn't have kept wearing them.

Hee. It is possible I have prehensile toes. I do pick stuff up with my feet rather than bend over.

We have a shoe bench right inside the foyer (foyer straightening is On The List for this week) but D while D. will take his shoes off in the winter, in the summer, it's a no go. I dunno why. I rarely see his feet.

Growing up in the country, I was a hard-hoofed barefoot hooligan, and I take shoes off as soon as I can get 'em off. The dirt/fur doesn't bother me. As a kid, my feet were so hard, I could walk over glass.

As a grown-up, NSM, but I still wear as little shoes as I can get away with.

Oh, me, too, Liese. I have a whole grab/flip maneuver perfected.

Pretty clothes...le sigh. Summer dresses...cute tanks...and I NEED a new suit. I am going to get a swimsuit with underwire cups if it kills me, this year, I swear.