Summer Feet

If you’ve ever been a dancer, you pay extreme attention to your feet. You just can’t help it. You watch them go through all kinds of mistreatment, disfigurement, and fun problems I won’t begin to describe here. But when your feet feel awesome, so do you. So, it's worth taking note that yesterday was a red-letter day for my feet. It was a freedom fest for my toes: yesterday was the day I pulled out the flip-flops for 2010!

As I walked the twelve or so blocks home from work, heels shoved into my bag, I felt that thrill of naked toes exposed to the fresh summery air, and even the dirt of the city. As I wove in and out of tourists on Michigan Ave., I could feel the early-season blisters forming underneath my brand new Old Navy flip-flops. But I welcomed them—the sooner I get them and they heal, the sooner my feet will be prepared for months of summer weather.

Woo-hoo, summer in Chicago! Feet—and hell, everything else—rejoice!