Barefoot Blunders
April 7th, 2009 by admin
We are all born barefoot. And that’s not the last time we find ourselves in this shoe-less state. We shower barefoot, get pedicures barefoot, so swimming barefoot, and pumice our feet barefoot. These are all times when it is socially acceptable and often absolutely necessary to be without shoes. No one is going to do a double-take or snicker if you are seen barefoot in these common shoe-less situations.
Sadly, however, we have all had barefoot experiences where where this is not the case… where we’ve been caught in circumstances where we would do anything to have shoes adorning our naked feet. Since I have bundles of cash to giveaway and an affinity for embarrassing stories, here comes another contest.
WELCOME TO BAREFOOT BLUNDERS!
I want to hear your most embarrassing barefoot stories – times when you were stuck without shoes in the worst possible moment. I know reliving these terrible stories may be emotionally or even physically painful – but I hear it is healthy to talk about it, share it, laugh about it, let the rest of the world laugh about it (not at you, but with you and for you)… so let it out. Send it in. Comment here with whatever Barefoot Blunders you may have experienced.
All submissions will automatically receive 5% off a future BFT order. That is just the prize for entering the contest. The grand prize (as in many other future Blogging Barefoot contests), will be decided by YOU – the readers. All entries posted by the deadline (Thursday, April 9th, 11:59pm EST) will be eligible for voting. From 12:01am until 11:59pm EST on Friday, April 10th – come to vote for your favorite Blunder submission. The entry with the most votes by Friday at midnight will win the grand prize – $50 coupon to BarefootTess.com! (Remember, voting does not begin until Friday morning)
All right you all, time to purge. Let it out. Bare it all (c’mon, I had to!).
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April 7th, 2009 at 2:53 pm
Not really an ‘embarrassing’ story but one of my most evocative and amazing memories.
I spent part of my gap year in Ghana teaching and travelling around the country with a few friends. Whilst waiting for a train to Kumasi from Takoradi, my faithful sandal which had took me through rainforest and hopped across fire-ants sudddenly parted company from its binding. Unless I suddenly proved very handy with a needle and thread (which I did *not* pack) I faced the prospect of sending a mate to find tape to bind the shoe on my foot. Either that or spend the rest of the day hopping
In a particularly calm, and unpanicked fashion, we decided to have lunch and somehow ended up playing cards with a group of people outside the station similarly waiting for the train. One of them noticed my shoe, smiled at me, picked it up and wandered off. I sat there, barefoot and slightly panicky at the prospect of hopping for the rest of my journey. Bearing in mind my fabulous size fourteen feet aren’t *that* easy to find shoes for, this prospect left me somewhat unnerved.
It was maybe half an hour later when, after a vigourous game of ‘chase-the-ace’ and a raucous game of ‘cheat’, my shoe-pilferer suddenly reappeared, smiled and presented me with an amazingly mended shoe. Literally, the thing looked like new. I was stunned.
People rock.
April 8th, 2009 at 11:33 am
I’ll bite! This is not so embarassing (although I have a few of those…), but after a late (and fun!) night out on a weekend trip to New Orleans, my flip flop broke on the way home – so I had to walk down Bourbon Street barefoot!!! ewww!!!
April 9th, 2009 at 4:38 pm
I was at my brother-in-law’s rehearsal dinner and after a riotous game of chase the little cousins and then throw them in the air and catch them to their screaming (and never ending) delight, and yes I was in my formal dress and adorable barefoot tess flats, I sat down to have some grown up time with the adults. Also, I was tired, and it occurred to me that I had burned enough calories for a guilt free piece of cake. Not to be ignored, one of the darling little monsters crawled under the table and stole one of my shoes (oh horror!) which began the game again. What can I say, I’m a sucker. Not a terribly embarrassing story . . . except for how disproportionately huge a size 14 shoe looks in a minature four year old’s hand. She couldn’t even hold it, she had to carry it like a football.
April 9th, 2009 at 8:18 pm
(At the time) It was the fourth of July. I had recently purchased a pair of flattering strappy wedge mid-heel sandals and I was saving them for a special occasion. It was still hot and light out when I decided to get ready. I was feeling really good that day, feeling attractive and sexy. I had pretty much lost all the baby weight from number three so I thought why not get pretty’d up for the evening’s fireworks display at the local lake. The day was just beginning to darken when we arrived at the lake, still, all the regular parking was full and we were directed to a far dirt lot. In hindsight, I think I maybe should have reconsidered my ‘special occasion’..
So I’m doing my best negotiating the long, dusty and bumpy dirt lot with my toddler on my hip. My husband is up front briskly pushing the stroller, though it’s piled high with a blanket, fold up chairs and the child ‘necessities’ that make life ‘easy’, for them. By the end of the lot my nice black sandals were dusty but still intact and I was somewhat pleased with myself for having successfully navigated the rough unfriendly terrain with said babe on my hips and my six year old daughter holding (pulling)onto my free hand. Unfortunately, I didn’t fare as well over the mushy, intermittantly mucky/grassy hill that my dear hubby decided would be a good shortcut. I was doing my best to catch up to him when my right sandal caught the root of a tree. I didn’t fall, thankfully, but I did lurch forward snapping the thin main leather strap of the sandal. After a few short wobbly steps I realized I had best go barefoot the rest of the evening, cold grass and all. The worst was the walk back to the car after the fireworks ended. Thankfully, my husband spared me most of the dirt lot by very graciously (at 5’11 I’m not light) carrying me piggy back over it while my older son sweetly carried his little brother just the same; my dear daughter even helped push the stroller. What a night.
October 4th, 2009 at 8:14 pm
I recently started dating this new guy. I really liked him for once (most of my past relationships seem to be fleeting) and things were going great. It was the morning after a night out when he invited me to go for a walk by the bay in our local state park.
All I had were my heels from the night before and knew that wouldn’t be appropriate walking attire. So when my boyfriend was making the coffee, I snuck over to his sneakers and attempted to try them on. Just as I was finagling my size 12 foot into his men’s size 8 shoe he came around the corner. I was caught! Mostly embarrassed because I could not fit into his shoes! And although I am 5’10″ he is 6’0″ he has smaller feet then me! He laughed when I red-faced explained I was trying on his shoes that didn’t fit. He found me a pair of Adidas sandals that I managed to squeeze on (toes hanging slightly over the edge) for our morning walk.
p.s. I attached a pic of us that morning, on our walk by the bay!
September 21st, 2010 at 8:53 am
i heard a lot just about this topic in the last few month and i think it might be true. Eventhough i believe everyone is responsible for himself. No Offense, Just my