If you ever come visit us, please note that you are *not* required to take your shoes off.
A lot of people walk in, see that Hero and I are barefoot, and assume they need to take their shoes off. We really don’t care, so it leads to don’t-do-that-unless-you-want-to-in-which-case-please-do awkwardness. Not a big deal, but a bit of a hiccup in the start of the visit.
On the other hand, if I visit you, I will probably kick my shoes off at the earliest opportunity. Doesn’t really matter where we are – I go barefoot at services, at weddings, at restaurants (once we’re in our seats), at school – anywhere I can get away with it, really. I got married barefoot, much to the photographer’s bewilderment.
I’m not sure why going barefoot is such a big thing for me. It’s partly habit, since Mom loved going barefoot outside. It was (and continues to be) my safe way of rebelling against social conventions. And I feel less clumsy, which is a great comfort.
So if I ever make it to BlogHer, or Catalyst, or a TMB get-together, you’ll know me by the shoes I’m not wearing.