Looks like Tree Hugger’s been barefootin’ it again. Apparently sandals don’t get you close enough to Mother Earth. And just in time for her to meet up with Rarity for the dress fitting she insisted on. Apparently patchwork doesn’t get you close enough to high society. But alas, her dirty feet just won’t do either. Not in Rarity’s fine shop, no way.  
“And just what’s so hard to understand here? Your feet are filthy, please rinse them off before you come in! Never mind the smell of what you’ve been inhaling.”
 
“It’s just a little dirt maaaan. We all could benefit from a healthy coating of earth.”
 
“Tree Hugger, sweetie, please. This is a boutique, not a park. You can be as dirty as you want in your own house, but when a guest in someone- Hey! That is a rug imported from Canter- Stop wiping your feet on it!”
 
“Rarity, chillaaaax, I’m just cleaning them off like you asked.”
 
“Hrrmmmm! Tree Hugger, dearie… Will you meet me out back please?”
 
Meanwhile, a flurry of soft apologies echo in the background of the conversation. Rarity grabs a bucket and some brushes and summons the two nature-pones out back, and then… Rarity Hilarity~ Cleaning off the dirt and sobering up the hippie all at once! One of my top favorite ponies, and no one ever gets to her. You know what that means. =B3
 

 
Also, alternates!: Visible dirt - https://sta.sh/01pvck42rac1 Transparent hands, cuz I’m proud of the feet in this one. - https://sta.sh/015jxnz0pm