Joi,

I probably did not walk an entire mile in your shoes. The fear of blisters or chaffing did not stop me from walking a full mile. I would have been hard-pressed to acquire so much as a callus from your soft, furry-lined boots. Actually, a certain protective feeling towards your shoes kept my mileage down. Even though you assured me that you did not mind if I walked outside in them, I could not manage to follow through. While I have never been in the habit of wearing house-shoes or slippers, I can certainly respect the custom. I try to leave my own shoes at the door, so the thought of returning your inside-shoes covered with outside grime made me reconsider.

Really, I had several indoor activities (shopping for groceries, etc.) that I thought might be appropriate, but it has been so rainy recently that I decided against it. I resolved to wear them in the house in the evenings and in the car while driving. Whenever I stepped into them in the house, they always felt cozy and comforting. After the initial pleasure wore off, they began to feel like a burden. My feet, accustomed to going barefoot at home, felt bulky and awkward. I am comfortable with perpetually cold feet, so the sensation of stepping into the shower without the tingle of hot water on cold feet was novel.

I really enjoyed wearing them in the car. They lived in a little bag next to my purse, so that I would remember to take them out to the car. Once I sat down I would slip out of my street shoes and into your boots. In the car, they were perfect. When I was stuck in traffic, I just concentrated on how wonderfully cocooned my feet felt. They never let me down. Whet I arrived at my destination, I left them in the car, ready for my return trip. Although I’m not sure, I think it is a safe bet that I did not walk a mile in your shoes, but we did spend some quality time together.

Thank you for the opportunity to walk a mile in your shoes.

Sincerely,
Sara, shoe borrower