Thank goodness! At least for a fleeting moment, we might actually be having spring in Chicago.
Spring means sandals and pedicures; what a lovely thought after seven months of sensible shoes.
I wore a more sturdy sandal to school, but tonight’s 80 degree weather inspired me to pull out my spangled flip-flops. When I went to put them on, they still had dust bunnies clinging to them. I tenderly disentangled the dust from the sequins, examining the worn soles. Worn out flip-flop soles don’t seem very romantic, but these soles were worn out by trodding the streets of Paris.
I blogged about my trusty flip-flops here.
Next stop, London! Well, after Downers’ Grove tonight (and a few other places in between). And I need a pedicure.