Flip-Flops in December
Today in Georgia, it feels way more like May than December. Balmy and slightly breezy has brought out the desire to get just one more flip-flop day in-just for fun.
Seems strange to be wearing flip-flops in December, but if the weather demands it, then who am I to resist? Observation of my toesies this morning forced me to have to reconsider the idea of revealing them in public. With no time at all in the schedule to have my favorite pedicurist pamper me and my toes, I mentally ran through my options. The objective was to sport flip-flops despite conditions; probably not a good idea. I looked at the remaining chipped paint in an effort to imagine that they had been done in an Art Deco style…that dog was not gonna hunt. My toes looked more like an Elf On The Shelf joke. Removing the remaining polish and repainting was hampered by time constraints. I finally decided that it would probably be ok to just gloss over with a quick coat of dark red that would hopefully cover the ragged edges and not bleed too much into the sad state of my cuticles; a lot to hope for. Not aware of any Saint specializing in flip-flops, I sent a quick and humorous request for a steady hand to St. Anthony (Saint of Lost Causes) and dove in brush first. The end result was RED, but then again…it IS Christmastime and who am I to argue if the powers-that-be offered us the gift of a temporary springtime. A flip-flop day in December MUST be honored and celebrated. It is the kind of thing that keeps you going.
FreelanceBeth 