Since I broke both of my legs, in different years, I am not familiar with my feet. They just don't look like my old feet that I lived with for the first 60, or so, years of my life. I can no longer wear my favorite Birkenstocks, but I still have them nicely lined up in boxes on a shelf. And I cannot wear my wonderful beaded, glittery slippers. They kill my feet and make my legs cramp, but I cannot give them up - yet.
I'm standing on Corky's floor mat because the colors seemed to go so well together.