It's almost the (holiday) weekend again..and my new Toms!

We're taking off for Pennsylvania tomorrow for one of those over-scheduled, high-maintenance, too-quick trips that we're so good at.  Well, we're not good at them.  We're good at attempting them.

In other news, I bought some Toms.  Let me tell you the story of me and flats...

I can't wear flats.  Ballet flats are cute, sure, but to my feet they are torture.  I get blisters like you would not believe.  I still have scars on my feet from actual cuts made by shoes in the past.  I learned the hard way not to buy shoes that weren't comfortable.  There was an experience right after high school in which the blood from my wounds soaked through the fabric of the flat..thereby ruining the shoes anyway.  This is why I stick to sandals in summer and boots in winter.

I've tried about 5 different pairs over the last few years and each and every pair went into the donation bin.  I'd wear them once, maybe twice, to school because I thought they were so cute and the perfect compliment to whatever I was wearing.  By 10am, I'd be hobbling.  In fact, as I was taught to do by my mentor teacher in college, I kept a pair of flip-flops under my desk.  If I was wearing uncomfortable shoes (in her case, high heels), I'd switch to the flip flops while I was in the classroom.  This was just in the fall, obviously.  In the winter, it was bootsbootsboots, and Alaska knew no such thing as "spring".

I don't know what's wrong with my feet.

When Toms became popular a few years ago, they never crossed my mind as something I'd be able to wear.  During the 2011-2012 school year, so many of the girls in my class wore Toms.  Toms in the fall, in the winter, in the spring.  Their Toms were not in the prettiest of conditions by the time 4th grade was over.  But, man, those Toms were cute.

While we were in Miami in December, I saw gray and white cheetah print Toms that I just loved.  I debated for awhile, but decided I didn't want to ruin them in Alaska.  There was snow until the day we moved to Missouri in April.  I didn't want to wear them in the snow.  My feet are too sensitive for that nonsense anyway (In fact, I'm wearing socks as I type this..in July).

I kept those Toms in the back of my head though and, last week, I found Toms at an independent retailer down the street, right in my town.  Unfortunately, I don't think anyone is really selling the cheetah print ones anymore.  I settled on gray.

Go ahead.  Tell me:  You can wear any kind of shoes you want and you never get blisters, right?  Or maybe tell me you can't wear certain shoes and make me feel like less of an oddball.  Yes, do that.