What is my obsession with feet in photos? There’s no logical thought process since I don’t even take care of them, so why should I photograph them?
But I do.
And now you have to suffer.
Some of these I’ve blogged about (and have linked back to those posts) and others I haven’t, but wish I had.
Hot summer weekend trip in Iowa. Cool, sweet water.
Just prior to having a semi-heart attack on the Brew to Brew: 50 mile relay race from Boulevard Brewery in KC to FreeState brewery in Lawrence. The worst part was knowing that after your team drove past cheering you on, they immediately rolled up the window to say how sorry you looked. I know this, because we did it to every other person on our team. But I’m sure they didn’t do it to me. Right. RIGHT?
Hiking the Grand Canyon. What a glorious day, despite R almost dying.
Garage sale shopping with my mom. This was a terrifying flash forward of our lives when she literally parked in someone’s front lawn. Not on purpose.
What you don’t see above these feet is a girl dry heaving on Little Corn Island, Nicaragua. Apparently I don’t like heights?
After wearing heels for too long, asking R if I could borrow his shoes for a few minutes. No I wasn’t wearing socks either.
[collective groan / shrieks of horror]
Dancing the Thriller…in sneakers. If I saw a zombie coming towards me in white tennies, I’d either poke him in the eyes (and hope he doesn’t block me with the finger shark fin) or run my butt off. He might’ve died running, you know.
Do you see the steep stairs in this Irish castle ruin? And the rain water? You do the math.
Visiting our cousins in the Sunshine State. This is also a good reminder: Kids, always remember to put sunblock on your feet. Do not, I repeat, do not stop at your ankles.
Costume / Dance Parties. Oh, penny loafers.
Camping / Hiking – and facing my fear of the granddaddy spider of 2001.
And last but certainly not least… running through fields. I was apparently really excited to get to something…. probably food.
As I was looking around, I found even more feetsies photos. Oh yes, there will be a part two. Who sighed? I heard that.
Hey…I recognized those penny loafers and pumps! I need to get that dress out again. Have a party so I can wear my dress and Ryan can sport the mullet.
Sorry about the exclamation point. I didn’t mean it.
I love feet pics, too – these were fun! Ready for the next post!
…and I’m not sorry about the exclamation points, I really do mean it!
PS – I miss you!