Bare feet are the best. The weather has been teasing us of late, but I feel absolutely gleeful at the imminent arrival of flip flop weather. What can I say? I'm a free-feet person. I hate socks, especially sleeping in 'em. It actually sends a chill up my spine to feel wool-clad feet between the bedsheets. So, here is my hippie homage to wonderous-ness of bare feet. The socks are packed away for the summer.