Comments on: Dollas, Dollas, Big Money Cash http://barefoottess.wordpress.com/2008/07/14/dollas-dollas-big-money-cash/ "Barefoot" Tess blogs about life, fashion, footwear, and the perks and pains of being model-tall. Thu, 22 Jan 2009 20:05:01 +0000 http://wordpress.com/ hourly 1 By: barefoottess http://barefoottess.wordpress.com/2008/07/14/dollas-dollas-big-money-cash/#comment-151 barefoottess Mon, 24 Nov 2008 16:02:12 +0000 http://barefoottess.wordpress.com/?p=34#comment-151 Susan - there is a link to sign up for the newsletter if you don't already receive it on the newest blog post. thanks! Tess Susan – there is a link to sign up for the newsletter if you don’t already receive it on the newest blog post. thanks! Tess

]]> By: Susan Yates http://barefoottess.wordpress.com/2008/07/14/dollas-dollas-big-money-cash/#comment-138 Susan Yates Fri, 14 Nov 2008 00:49:11 +0000 http://barefoottess.wordpress.com/?p=34#comment-138 I came to your blog to enter the $500 Sweepstakes but can't find the place to enter it. I came to your blog to enter the $500 Sweepstakes but can’t find the place to enter it.

]]> By: Rochelle http://barefoottess.wordpress.com/2008/07/14/dollas-dollas-big-money-cash/#comment-36 Rochelle Sun, 24 Aug 2008 06:10:45 +0000 http://barefoottess.wordpress.com/?p=34#comment-36 One embarrassing moment- I was about 14 years old taking a group of my younger cousins bowling. The clerk at the rent-a-shoe section was taking down the list of everyone's sizes. As I told him mine (size 11), he looked up from his pad and asked, "Is that another size or is that the sum?" One embarrassing moment-
I was about 14 years old taking a group of my younger cousins bowling. The clerk at the rent-a-shoe section was taking down the list of everyone’s sizes. As I told him mine (size 11), he looked up from his pad and asked, “Is that another size or is that the sum?”

]]> By: Eleni http://barefoottess.wordpress.com/2008/07/14/dollas-dollas-big-money-cash/#comment-23 Eleni Thu, 31 Jul 2008 14:28:15 +0000 http://barefoottess.wordpress.com/?p=34#comment-23 Hello everybody! I am Eleni from Greece and I am 1.86cm tall with a footprint of 12-13 US size. Since I can remember myself I could not find nice shoes to wear and my life is full of stories with people laughing at me because of my height and shoe size. One of the most embarassing experiences was 5 years ago. I used to play basketball and everytime I had a training I used to change my shoes to wear the basketball ones. One day I left the other pair at the entrance with the rest of my personal things. After a wile some boys came in and when they saw my shoes they started laughing and commenting that I was a transexual!!!! I can never forget the embarassment I felt. Now I have learnet to live with it. I just try to buy nice feminine shoes and I adore high heels!!!! Hello everybody!

I am Eleni from Greece and I am 1.86cm tall with a footprint of 12-13 US size.
Since I can remember myself I could not find nice shoes to wear and my life is full of stories with people laughing at me because of my height and shoe size.

One of the most embarassing experiences was 5 years ago. I used to play basketball and everytime I had a training I used to change my shoes to wear the basketball ones. One day I left the other pair at the entrance with the rest of my personal things. After a wile some boys came in and when they saw my shoes they started laughing and commenting that I was a transexual!!!! I can never forget the embarassment I felt.

Now I have learnet to live with it. I just try to buy nice feminine shoes and I adore high heels!!!!

]]> By: Lindsay http://barefoottess.wordpress.com/2008/07/14/dollas-dollas-big-money-cash/#comment-22 Lindsay Wed, 30 Jul 2008 01:08:05 +0000 http://barefoottess.wordpress.com/?p=34#comment-22 I am six feet tall and wear size 12. I was travelling in Thailand with my boyfriend who has family friends who have a shoe factory and showroom, and he insisted that we go visit and I could get some shoes that I liked. Even though they supply a lot of shoes to America and Europe, I knew they wouldn't have my size. We went all over the showroom of beautiful shoes, and sure enough, no 12s! So my boyfriend explained the situation to his friends, who promptly came over and examined my feet. They did not have a mold big enough for them, so they made me take my shoes off to measure them and trace around my foot! In the meantime, other workers gathered around to look at the size of my feet and marvel over them, speaking in Thai so I had no idea what jokes they were making. It was mortifying. I am six feet tall and wear size 12. I was travelling in Thailand with my boyfriend who has family friends who have a shoe factory and showroom, and he insisted that we go visit and I could get some shoes that I liked. Even though they supply a lot of shoes to America and Europe, I knew they wouldn’t have my size. We went all over the showroom of beautiful shoes, and sure enough, no 12s!

So my boyfriend explained the situation to his friends, who promptly came over and examined my feet. They did not have a mold big enough for them, so they made me take my shoes off to measure them and trace around my foot! In the meantime, other workers gathered around to look at the size of my feet and marvel over them, speaking in Thai so I had no idea what jokes they were making. It was mortifying.

]]> By: Courtney Bobbitt http://barefoottess.wordpress.com/2008/07/14/dollas-dollas-big-money-cash/#comment-21 Courtney Bobbitt Fri, 25 Jul 2008 21:44:01 +0000 http://barefoottess.wordpress.com/?p=34#comment-21 The womens basketball team were buying team shoes for that season. The salesman with all the different sizes was calling everyone up to see what size they needed to buy. I was last to be called. When I finally got up there he asked me "what size do you wear". I told him my size and he said "woha thats huge we will have to buy your shoes in a mens size if you want the same shoes as the rest of the team". I did want the same shoes so I ended up waiting four weeks longer than the rest of my team just to get the same shoes. The womens basketball team were buying team shoes for that season. The salesman with all the different sizes was calling everyone up to see what size they needed to buy. I was last to be called. When I finally got up there he asked me “what size do you wear”. I told him my size and he said “woha thats huge we will have to buy your shoes in a mens size if you want the same shoes as the rest of the team”. I did want the same shoes so I ended up waiting four weeks longer than the rest of my team just to get the same shoes.

]]> By: Leticia McLeod http://barefoottess.wordpress.com/2008/07/14/dollas-dollas-big-money-cash/#comment-20 Leticia McLeod Fri, 25 Jul 2008 04:04:21 +0000 http://barefoottess.wordpress.com/?p=34#comment-20 (Not to be included in contest) I wanted to share this with everyone but didn't know where to post it. So, please, exclude this from the contest. I would say that there was one small but significant thing that has happened thanks to having big feet. Once a man, who didn't know me well enough to ask this, wanted to know if my husband was bothered by my big feet. This made me recall the time when my husband (boyfriend at the time) and I were stretched out on the couch one afternoon. He picked up my feet and began rubbing them. I instantly pulled them away and shoved them under some pillows (remember, I wear a size 15). Surprised by my reaction, he questioned what was the matter and I had to explain that I was just embarrassed. He then rolled his eyes, picked up my feet, and kissed the bottom of both. It was such a great feeling knowing that I was accepted. (Not to be included in contest) I wanted to share this with everyone but didn’t know where to post it. So, please, exclude this from the contest.

I would say that there was one small but significant thing that has happened thanks to having big feet. Once a man, who didn’t know me well enough to ask this, wanted to know if my husband was bothered by my big feet. This made me recall the time when my husband (boyfriend at the time) and I were stretched out on the couch one afternoon. He picked up my feet and began rubbing them. I instantly pulled them away and shoved them under some pillows (remember, I wear a size 15). Surprised by my reaction, he questioned what was the matter and I had to explain that I was just embarrassed. He then rolled his eyes, picked up my feet, and kissed the bottom of both. It was such a great feeling knowing that I was accepted.

]]> By: Daisy http://barefoottess.wordpress.com/2008/07/14/dollas-dollas-big-money-cash/#comment-18 Daisy Tue, 22 Jul 2008 15:52:12 +0000 http://barefoottess.wordpress.com/?p=34#comment-18 The worst experience I've had as a big footie was when I was learning to drive and had my first lesson with a new instructor following a test failure. Imagine a slightly nervous person, first time driving in a big city and then being met by a middle aged suited slightly sweaty cliche of a man who promptly screamed, "OH MY GOD HOW DO YOU DRIVE WITH FEET SO BIG?!" I sort of stared at him at this point, and he kept going on and on about it for the whole lesson. "How do you do it? I've never seen a woman with feet so big! But you cover both pedals with one foot? How do you drive?" Suffice to say I took up my first free lesson and then refused to go back for more. And I also gave a quite detailed reason why when the instructer's boss phoned back ... :-) The worst experience I’ve had as a big footie was when I was learning to drive and had my first lesson with a new instructor following a test failure. Imagine a slightly nervous person, first time driving in a big city and then being met by a middle aged suited slightly sweaty cliche of a man who promptly screamed, “OH MY GOD HOW DO YOU DRIVE WITH FEET SO BIG?!”

I sort of stared at him at this point, and he kept going on and on about it for the whole lesson. “How do you do it? I’ve never seen a woman with feet so big! But you cover both pedals with one foot? How do you drive?”

Suffice to say I took up my first free lesson and then refused to go back for more. And I also gave a quite detailed reason why when the instructer’s boss phoned back … :-)

]]> By: Barbara http://barefoottess.wordpress.com/2008/07/14/dollas-dollas-big-money-cash/#comment-17 Barbara Tue, 22 Jul 2008 02:52:31 +0000 http://barefoottess.wordpress.com/?p=34#comment-17 When I was in college in the 70's we used to wear those sun dresses that were rows of elastic on the top - you could wear them with the skinny straps or not. They sold the stuff by the roll at the fabric store and you just sewed up one seam. I think I have seen some around lately - the retro thing. Anyway, I was flying home from college - the plane was full of business men from Atlanta going to DC. I was wearing my sundress, pooka shell necklace, panties and flipflops. That's it. I was seated in the first row of the plane and the restroom was in the rear. So, being 6 foot tall you get noticed whenever you walk anywhere. I could feel all eyes were on me, the only female passenger as I pranced down the aisle to the lavatory, did my business, and pranced back up the aisle like a model on a runway. A few moments later one of the male passengers tapped me on the shoulder and said "Hey toots - I don't know how to tell you this but your dress is caught in your underwear and you butt is hanging out. Just thought you'd like to know." I was the first and fastest passenger off of that plane. About two years ago I was on the train to NYC and used the lavatory at the front and I was seated in the rear of the train. I was wearing a pair of elastic waste wool pants, white T shirt and matching black wool jacket. When I left the restroom and made my way back to my seat, a female passenger came all the way to the back of the train to let me know that I had a "tail of toilet paper" hanging out of the back of my slacks. I blindly grabbed at the back of my pants to find about a six foot long piece of tp that was caught in the crack of my you know what.. I burst out in hysterical laughter, thinking about my previous airplane experience with toilet paper over thirty years ago. When I was in college in the 70’s we used to wear those sun dresses that were rows of elastic on the top – you could wear them with the skinny straps or not. They sold the stuff by the roll at the fabric store and you just sewed up one seam. I think I have seen some around lately – the retro thing. Anyway, I was flying home from college – the plane was full of business men from Atlanta going to DC. I was wearing my sundress, pooka shell necklace, panties and flipflops. That’s it. I was seated in the first row of the plane and the restroom was in the rear. So, being 6 foot tall you get noticed whenever you walk anywhere. I could feel all eyes were on me, the only female passenger as I pranced down the aisle to the lavatory, did my business, and pranced back up the aisle like a model on a runway. A few moments later one of the male passengers tapped me on the shoulder and said “Hey toots – I don’t know how to tell you this but your dress is caught in your underwear and you butt is hanging out. Just thought you’d like to know.” I was the first and fastest passenger off of that plane.
About two years ago I was on the train to NYC and used the lavatory at the front and I was seated in the rear of the train. I was wearing a pair of elastic waste wool pants, white T shirt and matching black wool jacket. When I left the restroom and made my way back to my seat, a female passenger came all the way to the back of the train to let me know that I had a “tail of toilet paper” hanging out of the back of my slacks. I blindly grabbed at the back of my pants to find about a six foot long piece of tp that was caught in the crack of my you know what.. I burst out in hysterical laughter, thinking about my previous airplane experience with toilet paper over thirty years ago.

]]> By: A Friendly Reminder … « Barefoot Tess’s Blog http://barefoottess.wordpress.com/2008/07/14/dollas-dollas-big-money-cash/#comment-16 A Friendly Reminder … « Barefoot Tess’s Blog Mon, 21 Jul 2008 19:53:51 +0000 http://barefoottess.wordpress.com/?p=34#comment-16 [...] 21, 2008 … that our $100 gift certificate contest is still going strong! Simply share your most horrifying/embarrassing clothing or shoe-related [...] [...] 21, 2008 … that our $100 gift certificate contest is still going strong! Simply share your most horrifying/embarrassing clothing or shoe-related [...]

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