Flops = love.

A few years ago, I bought some Havaianas. And I adore them. I wear them almost daily. It's either these shimmery brown ones, or my black J. Crew flops (which broke this past summer and it was too late in the year to reorder new ones... so sad). I have other sandals and wedges, but you know. Flops are my besties.

During the year, I either wear flops or riding boots daily. Rarely an in between. I don't give a shit what society (or my grandparents) feel is appropriate for the season. I wear flops year round. Every year. In any weather. I mean, I have other shoes. Cute camel peep toes I got from BR this year? I wear them for special occasions (like the wedding we're going to this weekend). Black heels? Funerals. Sperry's? To accompany Bob to the golf course. Toms? For work. Born and Patagonia slides? I own them. I don't wear them. Oh. By the way, my feet HATE socks.

So you can see from the following pictures, a) my reluctance to purchase new flops once mine are worn in and b) how my foot "wears" flops. Side by side. Brand new never worn beside 4 year olds worn (almost) every day. And also you get to see a kitty ass. He said he needed to be in the pic.

God only knows what my knee, foot, and back docs would say if they saw this pic. I'd be in an operating room stat. Having something fixed.