Shoes . . . Who needs 'em?

I don't want to jinx it by saying this aloud, but I think spring might finally have come to the Rocky Mountains. It's a seriously gorgeous day today. The kind of day that lifts your mood and makes you want to get up and do things. Tulips and daffodils are in bloom in my yard, flowering shrubs dot the landscape, and fruit trees are in bloom everywhere you look. Three days ago, we had six inches of snow on the front lawn; today, the temperature is supposed to hit 72 F, and there's no real snow in the forecast. That means that I finally get to put away my shoes (have I ever mentioned that I really don't like shoes?) and pull out my flip-flops. I love flip-flops. Always have. When I was a girl, my mother made me wear saddle oxfords for almost every occasion. I hated them. One year, she even told me that they would make me run fast, and I, gullible little thing that I was, believed her.

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