Barefoot weekend

It started Friday night. My wife and I set up our booth of wares(lacemaking, embroidered jewelry) at the annual Autumn Artwalk in our little town. Of course I take this opportunity to bare my feet with freedom throughout the whole event. A lot of people know me to go bf most places in town. So I enjoyed the socializing, the food, the wine, the atmosphere. You can see a couple photos of me demonstrating my lace work barefoot here:

Then on Saturday we took a trip to an historical town 20 miles from us to look at the vendors at the statehouse. We used to do this show. Lots of fluffy grass to trample on the state house lawn while talking with our demonstrator friends. And then ended the day by going 1.5 hours north to Clinton, IL to the Apple Pork Festival. This was a real treat for my feet. Lots of roads, grass and gravel to trek through while viewing all the artisan booths and flea market booths. We did go into the historical museum which is an 1800s Italianate style house. They didn't have any problems with me going in their with my bare feet. I know they noticed, but didn't say anything. Trekked through hardwood floors and carpet and brick down in the basement while viewing several decorated rooms as it might have looked like back then. The curators were really nice. And the plus was that my wife(who tolerates me) didn't say a thing! ;)