It's hot. It's very hot. And muggy. The sky wants to rain but there's just something stopping it, as if the atmosphere is biting its lip trying not to cry when it's angry. Anyhow, it's hot.
I have a general rule... flip flops are fine for the beach or the pool, but they are not appropriate footwear for general life. I understand that some people "live" in their flip flops all summer, but I just can't do that. The only exception to my no-flip-flop rule is when I am pregnant and so swollen nothing else will fit on my sausage feet. Otherwise, there's just something about flip flops that rub me the wrong way. I feel the same way about people who wear pajama bottoms as pants. It's just wrong and should be stopped.
Feet, in general, are not at all attractive and, in my humble opinion, should be covered as much as possible. I also firmly believe that if your toes are going to peep out from your shoes they should be trimmed, clean, and painted. Toenails are gross in any scenario. The only acceptable way to show the world your toe is to paint it. Preferably bright pink.
Anyhow, back to the flip-flops. Many years ago I had foot surgery and needed a shoe to fit over my bandaged, mangled feet. I found a pair of bright red rubber flip flops with sparkly red beads on the straps. They were $4.73. I remember that because I went back and forth several times before I was willing to pay the whopping $4.73 for a shoe that I was adamantly against wearing. I bought them and painted my toes red to match. It worked out okay, but I was glad when I was able to wear normal shoes again.
Shortly before Independence Day this year I went to a family reunion and ended up getting a blister on the back of my ankle. So the next day I searched the back of my closet floor until I came across my bright red flip flops and decided to wear them to my In-Laws house. They live on a beautiful lake and my kids would be swimming, so I convinced myself that the beach attire was appropriate. Also, I don't have a lot of clothes in "patriotic" colors, so I felt I needed to wear as much red as I could.
After wearing them all day at the lake, I decided to wear them to the town parade. That lead me to wear them to the Independence Day barbecue at my sister's house. Then I wore them to the fireworks. When I finally got home, the red flip flops ended up with the pile of shoes by the front door. For the rest of the weekend and into the week I would slip them on real quick to run outside to get the mail, or to dig in the garden, or to sit in the back yard while the kids played or splashed in the pool.
And then it happened. I ran to Wegmans real quick to pick up some diapers and ice cream. (It's still hot.) When I got into my car my shoe slid off my foot. (This happens to me more often than you would think.) I looked down at the black pavement and saw the bright red flip flop sparkling in the sunshine. I couldn't believe I had gone to the store wearing them. It's against my rule! I'm sure it was just the heat that caused my lapse in judgment, but I'm afraid I may have gotten into the habit of slipping them on before I fly out the door and now I can't stop!
These patriotic flip flops were the gateway shoe. If you ever see me in church wearing my slippers, please organize a footwear intervention for me.