My footwear in the two years since I’ve had Ollie has basically been narrowed down to two kinds: either flip flops or Uggs. Yes, I’ll still occaisionally wear heels or cute flats, but I’d say 99% of the time my feet are clad in one of the two. So not sexy or trendy or stylish, but hey, I’m being honest.
In fact, for the past six months, my prego pork sausage toes have been sporting my trusty Jcrew flops or Molly B whale tweenies because wearing anything else has just been downright painful. I wore some strappy wedges out to dinner the other night and by the time I got home my feet were so swollen they looked like that Cher’s son in that movie The Mask. Not pretty.
But now, looking at the ten day forecast, I finally see no 90 degree highs. It’s already September 15th and that means fall is closing in, so it’s about time to say goodbye to flip flops in favor of something a little more seasonably appropriate. Yet packing up my flops every year is kind of like putting away all the Christmas decorations; it depresses me. Not that I’m ready to put away my sandals quite yet and give myself over to winter Sasquatch feet, but I know that day is coming. And soon!