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Any middle-aged woman knows that our feet are not for the faint of heart, especially in midwinter. I wear clogs, so it's actually like my feet are wooden now.

My feet are like gnarled old tree branches.

Having my feet be as good as I want them to be can get me out of a lot of problems when I'm in the pocket and stuff starts to break down. There's rarely ever a perfect pocket.

I don't like my feet. I'm not crazy about anybody's feet. But I have flat feet.

And I came close to losing a part of my foot on two occasions. I hope I'm consistently lucky and that the next time I develop a blister or step on something sharp, that I don't go as far as I did on those two times.

I have some bad feet. But really, my main fault would probably be my personality. A lot of times, I am not serious enough. I joke around too much sometimes.

My poor, problematic feet don't let me wear anything much over a three- or four-inch heel.

I've got nice feet. I do pay quite a lot of attention to them. I always have.