RIP Flips

If you're like me, there are things you buy and only end up wearing, like, one time before you decide they make you look fat/stupid/fat and stupid. And on the flip side, if you're like me, there are things you buy and wear over. And over. And over. And over. And over. Like, everysingleday, or until your husband is all, "Um, is that a hole?" and you're like, "No it's just a tiny spot where the fabric is wearing thin now go away!!" and then secretly sob in your closet because you know that it is indeed a hole and that means the end is near.

... No? Just me then?

Ahem.

Anyway, if you've been around the Frump for a while, you probably know how I become insanely attached to certain items of clothing and/or footwear. The ones that have become like a second skin, and make up for all the never-worn purchases. Case in point: my beloved pants who met their holey fate last April. Let's have a moment of silence .............................*

*Picture me staring dramatically into the distance as a single tear leaves a glistening path on my cheek. That's how much I loved those pants, y'all.

Today I'm mourning the heart-wrenching loss of another wardrobe favorite, once the feature of a "'Stuff I Like' Sunday" post, where I freely sang their praises with nary a prompt from the Nike people. That's right: I've lost my flip-flops. ← Seriously, click here and read about them, because they were the most awesome flips EVAH.

They're the shoes that trekked back and forth to the bar across the beaches of Cancun on an awesome vacation. The shoes that fit my football-feet and sausage-toes when I was ten hundred months pregnant and couldn't wear anything else. The shoes that protected my bare feet from dog-poop landmines while I wore them to mow. The shoes that I wore so often that I sported a heinous flip-flop tan - but I, like, didn't even care because I loved them so much. The shoes that I wore even though it was getting cold out because hello, convenient slip-ons!

But all that's over now. Thanks to my ever-loving bitch dog Josie, my sweet sole-mates look like this:

Need I mention that this is the second pair of shoes she has chewed up in three days?

Need I mention that the first pair was a pair of adorable wedges I just bought and had only worn once?

Damn dog.

Anyway, the loss of the wedges was infuriating, but the loss of the flip-flops ... well, obviously, I'm beside myself with grief. I've been trolling the Internet for a new pair because they must be replaced, like instantly. I can't seem to find them as easily as I found the first pair - I don't know if Nike is (gasp!) phasing them out or what. But I'm determined. 

Nothing's gonna stop me from sporting another flip-flop tan this summer. Not even the dog.