She lied. The only time she let me wear flip-flops (known as "thongs" in the olden days, but not now for . . . well, obvious reasons, I guess) was when I went swimming. The minute I came home, it was back into the saddle oxfords for me. Now I'm not saying I was rebellious, but the more I had to wear the saddle oxfords the more I longed for the thongs. And now, as an adult, I've finally given myself permission to wear them. My collection will probably never rival Linda Howard's (a collection of flip-flops that is truly amazing) but it's growing. I'm currently on the prowl for a pair of cute, black, beaded flip-flops. You know . . . for your more elegant occasions.
I'll keep you posted