ode to a sandal

Had any one of you been cruising along Center Street today, you may have just spotted yours truly walking in a lovely coordinated outfit...and no shoes. Why the missing footwear, you ask? Well it was not that rushed of a morning, and I'm by no means making any sort of statement...its just that midway through my errand filled day my right flipflop broke. Can I see a show of hands for anyone who has suffered from a spontaneously broken flipflop? If you are like me and you purchase relatively cheap (but gloriously comfortable and available in a wide assortment of colors) pair of flip flops from Old Navy, it is only a matter of time before you experience this disheartening event yourself. It always seems to happen at the most inopportune times. Like when out to lunch with some people that already make you slightly self-conscious and you feel the sudden freedom of one foot and think "CRAP...how do I subtly fix this before someone suggests another trip to the buffet line?" or you are light heartedly running towards or alongside someone only to trip over the suddenly loosened foot strap and plummet to the ground. Or in my case today, during a special visit to the private Catholic elementary school I counsel at for a carry-in teachers appreciation day lunch. Normally I wouldn't feel funny walking bare footed- I certainly have ditched my shoes on numerous occasions in a variety of settings. But among the gargantuan diamond wearing, country club mothers and their uniform-trapped children, I felt a little trashy walking barefoot. As least my purse was cute.