no more bare little toes in the rain unless I want them

The same day I finally gave in and bought a new pair of on sale flats, tired of borrowing David’s ill-fitting canvas converse, my wonderful cousin Francis sent me a note on Facebook, “I found a shoe in the back of my jeep that I don’t recognize. I think it might be yours. It’s a little black one.”, the same day that Fashion Envy Costumes, the people from eBay who insisted they send me something free, put new boots for me in the mail.

My mother will be pleased.