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.

As a kid, my feet were so hard, I could walk over glass.

I could too!

I have to stop thinking about flip-flops/thongs. I think I might have a phobia, because it is seriously making me nauseated!

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.

I had an FB try and get me to dress differently (i.e. more femininely). He was distraught that I'd just never try to be more ladylike. Then he saw my work clothes and he about fell out. Turns out, he should have taken it personally. No, his booty calls weren't sufficiently a big deal for me to get all dolled up.

Then again, he met me at krav and wondered how I had it in me to display such aggression.

I do not take well to suggestions from guys about changing my clothing, which is hypocritical, because I have totally harassed a boyfriend about his clothes. But! Orange pants! He looked horrible.

I have extremely sensitive eyes and always wear sunglasses. As I like to tell people when they card me here, they are the only eye cream I've ever used. They protect my eyes and cover the skin below just fine, without making me look like Jeff Goldblum from The Fly.

I have never had anyone try to change my clothes. But then, I gravitate to low-cut tops, and girly skirts, so NSM.

D. has pretty good taste, so I don't really have to worry about it. I AM, however, quietly changing over all of his hygiene products from "cheapest" to "better."

His hair is silkier, his skin is less dry, and he smells nicer. He doesn't wear cologne, which, SOB, because I cannot live without yummy good smells, even on men, so I changed his body soap and deodorant to smells that are nicer to my nose.

He is very good-natured about it.

Gladiator sandals completely befuddle me - I see them *all* over NYC, and I don't understand how people can walk around all day in shoes with zero arch support! I mean they're just completely flat!

I don't wear shoes with arch support. I do minimalist footwear entirely now (mostly Terra Plana Vivo Barefoot), which means no arch support, no cramped toes, and very thin (3.5mm or so) soles. It's been great for my back.

The lack of decent open-toed minimalist sandals means I've been wearing occasional flip flips. I think the Vibram Fivefingers finally got me to the point with the thing between my toes was not annoying.