When I was a child I had a strange obsession in running around with barefeet. I loved it. Shoes brought me no glory- it was the bare foot wonder. No matter the weather, you would find me, wandering around with no shoes or socks on. I loved the feeling of wet grass between my toes, or the dry dusty ground. I loved running through mud and feeling the squishy goodness. I loved burning my feet as I would hobble along the hot gravel or pavement. It delighted me to walk across the cool shopping center floor, avoiding the security men for lack of shoes. If I had my way, school shoes would have been out and bare feet would have given in.
Wild child I was.
Not much has changed. It has been one year since I've worn shoes. Sadly, I do not walk around with barefeet, I have gone one better. It is now the glory of the Havaiana
. My room is adorned with a mass array of coloured Havainas.
Silver, blue, blue/white, pink, purple, black, army green, white, light purple, spots, butterflies, green, yellow, red....
I once tried wearing shoes, but my feet felt like they were living in a prison. They needed to come free...
Yes, even in my office job I choose to wear the Havaiana with nice corporate clothing.
As I dazzle people in my pretty dresses and lovely clothes, watch out for the feet- the Havaiana will complete the outfit.
The last formal wear I went to, I arrived wearing the most gorgeous beautiful dress, I even tried wearing heels with it. Yet, just before I escaped the home to waltz into the formal hall, the heels came off and the Havaiana came on.
Last winter you'd find me smiling with a chilled look on my face. Why? You'd only need to take one look at my feet to see why. My feet would be adorned in a beautiful blue Havaiana, and the toes were also slowly becomming blue themselves.
I love the Havaiana. Without it, I wouldn't be me.