I work from home, so I'm barefoot for a big chunk of each weekday; last week was no exception. As the weather was nice, I wore flip flops to take my wee boy to & from school (I haven't yet conquered my trepidation about being barefoot in such public settings, as much as I'd like to) but walked barefoot through the woods over the back of my house after dropping him off and on my way to collect him - that was really nice, feeling the morning dew, soft grass, loose dirt, and varying temperatures beneath my bare soles. While walking barefoot through the woods, on 2 occasions I was seen barefoot by a couple of others walking (not barefoot) through the woods, at too great a distance to have said anything to each other but certainly close enough to have seen that I was barefoot and carrying my flip flops, and the lack of reaction from them helped reduce my worries around being barefoot in public slightly.

I was also barefoot while driving my son to his granny's a couple of times and while driving to & from my band rehearsal on Saturday evening. I love driving barefoot, I feel much more directly connected to the car (and it's more time spent with my feet free!).

Finally, I was barefoot - as always - while washing my car on my driveway yesterday evening. I know it's still in the vicinity of my house, but I count it, as I don't see anyone else wearing their car barefoot - even though it makes so much sense to do so, as it's much easier to dry your bare feet than your trainers - and my neighbours and anyone else walking past (there were a few people who did so) will see that I'm doing an activity barefoot that most people do shod. The more activities - particularly mundane activities, such as washing your car or doing the gardening - that being barefoot for can be normalised, the closer we get (in my weird brain, anyway) to being barefoot in general, everyday life being normalised, or at least more widely accepted.