Somehow I never posted this: And it’s summer and no flipflops:
I love flip flops. I always have. When I was little, the other little girls wore them. I wasn’t allowed except for the pool. We called them zorries or thongs. My mother called them slam patters. My mother had very definite ideas about children and shoes. In the spring I wore saddle oxfords, white. They had to be polished every Sunday night with that horrid white polish. As soon as I was old enough not to wear them. They became fashionable. It is one trend that will never work for me. In the summer, something like the Greek fisherman’s shoes. Buckles and perforations. In the winter, suede ghillies that had to be brushed. Not fun.
I got away from home and started wearing them in summer on the beach. They were like 19 cents and unfashionable. I had more than one pair.
I met a man who wore flip flops and loved the beach. Well, I still have his flip flops. I would get all colors and kinds. I would wear them with everything.
I went to a party in a turquoise mini skirt at the start of fall with black patent flip flops with a fake diamond in the center. Diamonds on the soles of her shoes.
Then I married someone who didn’t wear flip flops and things just spiraled downwards. He didn’t like the beach because there was sand. I felt like I couldn’t breathe. I left and moved home to my parents. By that time, my mother would wear them to water the lawn. And I did have a few that I wore with censorious views.
I moved in with another man, older. He knocked the joy right out of me. I left.
I got an apartment and bought pink platform flipflops with pink flowers. My best friend same over and said Thank God you are back. “What do you mean?” “You are wearing flip flops again” From then on, it was flip flops in the summer, even at work. And I work in a bank. During the blackout of 2003, I walked out of New York City in a pair of black platform flip flops with glitter straps.
People bring them back for me from trips. I have ones from the Far East and from Hawaii. I could go on and on.
And up until two summers ago, I was still wearing them at the bank – gold ones, silver ones and black patent. The gold ones are still under my desk. At one time I had over 10 pairs of shoes under my desk.
I can’t wear them any more! My feet no longer grip them. This destroys me. It’s my persona. I miss me. Instead I have been reduced to tie shoes – back to my childhood. This is not right. I mean really. No flip flops? Also no beach, no walking. This cannot continue.
So what do I do? I’ll tell you, I haven’t thrown out a pair, even the pink platform ones.
With work this summer, maybe I can wear them again.
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Oh, I feel your pain. I cannot wear them anymore either. Here in Texas it has been common to wear them since childhood. On the coast, it is a year ’round thing.