So a while back, we were invited to a couple’s home for a nice dinner party. As we stepped into the foyer a tiny bit late, we were greeted by a collection of shoes. Not their shoes mind you, but the other guests’ shoes. Yep-we were in the downstairs entry of a non-shoe wearing home. I had met one (nice) couple in Houston that requires this, but I had never actually encountered this while attending a dress up party. So as I quickly took inventory of the state of my pedicure, not great, but could have been worse, I reluctantly took off my new and if I don’t mind saying… pretty awesome pair of shoes. My husband did the same and was thankful for socks that matched.
As we made our way up the stairs to the main level, I realized I felt… well, a bit… undressed actually. I knew the host only slightly and knew very few others in attendance. I suppressed a laugh as I took in the scene and noticed that there were others, mostly women in cocktail attire, in bare feet who seemed a bit off center. I realized just how much some of us love our shoes and consider them in many cases to be the best part of an outfit. I had on a rather ho-hum dress that night, so the shoes were the ensemble’s redeeming feature. Really, you should have seen them. The image of Carrie Bradshaw losing her precious and spanking new Manolo’s at the party which also required guests to shed their footwear at the door ran through my mind. Would my new non-Manolo’s still be there when I headed back downstairs? Absurb notion, but I literally couldn’t stop thinking about that episode of Sex and the City.
The next day, I related this experience to a native Houstonian and asked if this was a common request in her experience. I mean, I have lived in Houston for almost 4 years now, but I know I still have much to learn about the city’s mores and general etiquette standards. She could not recall this happening except in the case where there is a baby involved to cut down on the germs they encounter, especially during the crawling stage. Oh yes… I totally get that. No problem. Popping in on close friends and neighbors with babies and go along with their shoeless policy? Easy peasy, but for a cocktail dinner party inside a home? Just didn’t expect that.
Later another friend relayed her story of arriving at a dinner party last winter in boots and learning that she had just encountered her first “no shoes in the house party”. Like me when wearing boots, she had just thrown on any of old pair of socks under her new pair of tall boots. Needless to say, she wasn’t dying to traipse around all night with only her husband’s mismatched workout socks on her tootsies. Sexy, huh?
My no shoe party happened several months ago and I had basically forgotten about it until I came upon a recent posting on Facebook by the Happier at Home author Gretchen Rubin who asked the question if her followers wore shoes inside their homes. What? Is this that common of a topic? Sure, my awesome hubby RT and I kick off our shoes if we feel like it while at home, but that isn’t always the case. I was surprised by the adamant responses from so many to this question that they do not allow shoes at all in their homes-EVER! Really? Mmmm… very interesting and quite surprising to hear. But I do not think this is a typical Houston thing-or is it? For parties, do many hosts make such a request? Is this something you have personally experienced at a dress up (non pool party) outing? Please dish in the comments. Inquiring minds and all… ~ Cathy.