A bit of random ridiculousness...

As a child, the start of summer came around Memorial Day when my Mom would take us to the shoe store and pick up a new pair of Bernardo sandals [Mistral's in white]. When I was older, and could walk in thongs without making an obnoxious noise, then those were bought. It usually meant a few nasty stubbed big toes but the tootsies were free so I was happy.






Yesterday I went out and bought two pairs of cheap and cheerful thongs - light pink and soft blue. Like books I have thongs dotted all over the place.