I'm wearing a dress today. This may seem like a big old "so, what," but the truth is up until this year I never wore a dress voluntarily. I'm more of a jean and t-shirt kind of gal - at best a black pant kind of gal. I've always said that I felt a little bit like my beloved Bea Arthur in costume when I tried to dress it up even a little bit.
But, I must admit, I've found this tiny inner craving for girlyness, bare legs, and accentuating the positives.
I want a slew of sundresses to spin around in. What in the world has come over me?
But on to why I'm here. I bought these lil flip flops from old navy.
Although they are cuter than the average flip - overall they are a flop. Every seven steps I have to re-put on my shoes. No joke. I walk right out of them.
To get any more than seven steps I have to flex my foot and march with high feet, but even that ridiculous gait only gets me about 15 steps before I'm barefoot again.
Say "NO" to the toe-strap.