I had a conversation with my flip flops last night. I told them that it was time to put them away...after it's Fall Y'all. However after one hour of having closed toe shoes on, I couldn't stand it. I needed the wind beneath my wings again. I need the cool dew of the morning grass squishing between my toes and then the squeaky flip flop sound as I approached whomever was around.
I couldn't do it.
I couldn't put these things away just yet. I had to be brave. I had to go get one more pedi for the season before relinquishing to boots. So for now they still are visible in my closet. And I will not give them up till the last hot day on the Lake. Which in Lake Norman and Charlotte could just be sometime in November. Fingers Crossed!