I didn’t make it to the beach this holiday weekend, but I was wearing flip flops. For most of my adult life, I didn’t own a pair. Summers were so chilly in San Francisco, that I barely went without socks. But L.A. is the land of the thongs with its combination of mild climate and casualness, and it’s probably the number one shoe choice here. It didn’t take me long to succumb. Now, I’m addicted, and I always keep a spare on hand.
Stephen Frykholm poster: Herman Miller summer picnic
I had my hip replaced about 8 years ago. Fo years after that I couldn’t wear flip flops (or really go bare footed really). Not sure why. For the last couple of years I’ve been able to wear them but it seems the fun has gone out of it. Oh well, at least no more pain!
Fun going out of wearing flip-flops. Why is that, do you think?
Maybe wearing flip flops (or anything for that matter) becomes like a habit and if you don’t do it you kind of move on.
I’ve had the reverse experience. Never a flip-flop wearer, and now an addict. For me, it has been a climate thing. It’s the first time in my adult life that I’ve lived in warm weather.