In 1982 my parents decided they wanted to go to Europe. My sister Alina and I volunteered to chaperone. =)Going to "the continent" for the first time meant that the Verdes family had to go in style so my mom insisted that we get decked out – that meant dresses, suits, high heels, pantyhose (Pantyhose!) – for an 8 hour flight across the Atlantic! And we DID it! We complied (much to our great discomfort).
After that experience I took a vow: COMFORT would become my highest goal while traveling. Which is how I ended up flying across the country in my sweats and hideous (yet amazingly comfortable) garden shoes.
I know. They are horrible, but oh so comfortable.
And after all… I did take a vow….."comfort is everything."
I know. Hideous. But my feet are happy. Don't judge me. =)
Greetings from the right coast!
class factotum says
(shields eyes)Oh Martha NOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Come with me to The Manolo! (shoeblogs.com)
class factotum says
Know how when you scrounge in the back of the freezer to find the frozen Christmas cookies, then eat a few handfuls of the bought for 1/2 price day after Easter peanut M&Ms, then eat the Easter Reese’s Pieces, then feel sick to your stomach but still eat the Cadbury Chocolate Eggs?And then call your friend “Martha?” instead of “Marta” because you are in sugar shock? (And because you think of Martha Stewart as the American Marta Darby?)
That’s still no excuse.
class factotum says
I mean Martha Stewart is the New England Marta Darby.Sigh. Just throw me a shovel.