From head to foot - everything about beauty, nutrition, fitness and co!No, I don't take off my shoes!

Forcing his guests to slip into adilettes borders on bodily harm.Photo: Instagram/The_Sandal_club via SRF.ch

It was a warm spring evening and the invitation was promising.

The host was a couple that I only recently knew and that had invited my husband and me to "a happy, uncomplicated get -together" to home.We weren't the only guests.Three couples who are still unknown should be found that evening.The temperatures were pleasant, and so I decided to throw myself a little bit, which meant that I chose a dress and my current favorite shoes.

Full of anticipation, with the obligatory flower bouquet and a bottle of wine, we were in front of the door of the pretty family house shortly after eight o'clock.The cars that were in front of the garage mean that we were among the last guests.And indeed, when the door was opened, I heard laughter in the background and jaring.As soon as we had entered the escape, gave flowers and wine, the host said in a friendly tone: "Would it make something out to take your shoes off?"

Toes that shimmer through socks

I froze internally.Take off the shoes?I looked at my new, black pumps.And my husband also looked at his polished footwear a little indignantly.There was the most beautiful weather outside, no toddlers or sick people lived here.So we wouldn't bring any dangerous germs into the trusted home.But our counterpart did not seem to interpret our hesitation properly and invited us to stretch a few white hotel shells from terry stuff and a few adilettes who had definitely seen better times.

A short time later we sat on a huge couch together with very nice people, and sipped at our Prosecco.But somehow I couldn't concentrate on the round, I was distracted by feet in black and white adilettes, pink ballerinas, tapped plush slippers with ears and a pair of black socks of a male guest who apparently had half successfully withdrawn from the slipping terror, althoughHis toes shimmered dangerously through the worn yarn.

I had to make an effort not to giggle hysterically.Wearing the little blacks with knitted hut finches has a slightly strange note.But for our hosts the situation seemed to be completely normal, apparently they were used to needing their visit to do without their own footwear and equipped from their fund of finches."We just have a new parquet floor," they justified the somewhat unusual action.

Like in the sauna

Thanks to some glasses of wine, it was still a very brisk evening, even if I had the feeling of landing in a “Monty Python” film in a few moments.But somehow the whole situation also had something connecting, it was reminiscent of a wild-wilder-human-in-the sauna seats.Only here was not the nudity of the common denominator, but the most bizarre collection of slippers I had ever seen.

We said goodbye early.Of course we only put on our own shoes on the front door, after all we didn't want to cause any permanent damage.

We never saw the nice couple again.But my husband and I vow that evening that a guest never has to slip out of his shoes at home.Not even when there is the worst of grubs outside.Because being allowed to wear your own shoes is somehow a human right.Or not?

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Silvia Aeschbach ist Journalistin, Bloggerin und Autorin, sie schreibt u.a. für Tagesanzeiger.ch, «encore!» und die «SonntagsZeitung». Sie hat vier Bestseller geschrieben, «Bye-bye Traumfigur» erschien im Frühling 2018. Daneben führt sie die Stilberatung www.stilbüro.ch. Silvia Aeschbach lebt mit ihrem Mann und ihren zwei Hunden in Zürich.