I wear a shoe, because of a bad memory. When I was 16, I was (as usual back then in CA) barefoot in the house. I was doing some handsewing, and I heard a :!: crashing :!: sound outside. I jumped up to look. Didn't feel anything at the moment, but I couldn't find my sewing needle. Searched and found HALF of it :cry: Trip to the ER :cry: :cry: Don't remember how many stitches, and I still have uncomfortable scar tissue on the ball of my foot. Since then, I've kept my shoes on when I'm sewing :?