I'm now wearing flats much of the time, and without pantyhose. This has turned out to be a very good thing.
A while back, I stubbed my left big toe on a chair. And the toe nail cracked, off center...with the narrow strip on the right Through several pedicures, I watched the crack try to "grow out." I'm not sure how well it has gone, because I've noticed a sharp edge at the crack on the nail the past few weeks, which I kept trimming and filing to keep it from snagging on my pantyhose as I put them on. Being without socks or stockings has been helpful lately.
Recently, it caught on my panties. As I tried to trim it again, the sharp edge started to separate from the main part of the nail. A short piece of the narrow nail strip came off in my hand. It didn't hurt, but doesn't look good - goes 3/8 inch from the end of my nail in toward the nail bed. (Needless to say, I won't be getting pedicures for a while.) Eventually when my schedule settles down, I may have to visit a doctor eventually, to have it looked at and evaluated as to whether it will heal itself or medical intervention will be needed.
But I only have one pair of fisherman sandals which will keep my toes hidden (including the one with the band-aid.) It's a good thing I now wear flats....without pantyhose. So my wife suggested I clear my closet of open toe sandals for the season....which I did. Geeze, there is a lot of room now!
At Mom's nursing home, there are tons of new residents. (Not sure if the old ones are dying off or changing to other facilities.) Recently, I accompanied Mom to an event there. It was much more crowded than the usual events, which was good. A new male resident (at least one I don''t recall seeing before) had his wheelchair parked next to me by a new (likewise never before seen) female aide. And I kept catching him looking my way, every time I had occasion to look in that direction.
I knew I wasn't having a wardrobe malfunction, but he kept checking out my legs and feet (I was wearing the same style of women's shorts and tops I always wear, but now with smooth legs, no pantyhose, and ballet flats.) He was obviously confused. Each time our gaze met, I smiled at him, and he looked away. But by the end of the event, he apparently had settled down, either accepting the fact that he didn't know whether I am a guy or a gal, or figuring out he should ask someone who knows me.
Either way, it's OK. I''ll respond to "Ma'am" or "Sir."