Foot fantasy come true

Posted by Gypsy on Jul 26, 2007

Hi. My name is Gypsy and I’m addicted to flip flops. It’s been two weeks since I bought my last pair. The tags are still on them as I don’t have a single piece of clothing that matches with pale purple flip flops, but I don’t care because I didn’t have them in that color and therefore desperately needed them. My box of flip flops just wouldn’t be complete without them. I realize I have an obsession, but I justify it by saying I only buy the cheap ones for two bucks each, so it’s not that bad, right?

Boy was I ever wrong. Not about buying all those flip flops as they are a staple of my summer wardrobe (and winter depended on where I’m living at the time). I was wrong in saying that buying the cheap ones it ok. It is not ok. It’s a travesty and I don’t know why my feet haven’t gone on strike due to the torture I’ve subjected them to. Maybe they just didn’t realize how bad they had it, but now they do thanks to the amazing pair of flip flops I got in the mail today. I don’t know if my feet will ever let me torture them to cheap flip flops again.

Yes, today my feet have learned the joy of Havaianas. They are amazing and comfortable and have a nice, think sole that makes me feel like I’m walking on air. I swear as I slipped on these pretty blue flip flops of the gods, the clouds opened up, a ray of sunshine hit my feet and a choir of angels began singing. I’m not making this up.

Hi. My name is Gypsy and I’m addicted to Havaianas flip flops. It’s been one hour since I got my last pair. The tags are off them and I’m wearing them even though they don’t match a thing I’m wearing and I don’t care.

I was scared to fly once?

Posted by Gypsy on Jul 10, 2007

You sure as hell wouldn’t know it to look at me lately. A quick tally in my head shows that I’ve taken 22 separate flights this year. I have at least 8 more planned. I’ve been to NYC 4 times (with two more in the works) and San Diego once (with one more trip planned). I’ve been to Vegas, London, Scotland, and Venice. I’ve traveled more this year than in all the years before it combined and somewhere in there I’ve conquered my fear of flying almost completely.

It used to be that when I flew, I spent all of take-off through to the announcement that I could use my “portable electronics as long as the internal transmitters remain off” praying that I made it to my destination safely. Now I’m already watching the in-flight TV and working on a crossword puzzle before passengers are finished boarding. In the past, the slightest bit of turbulence had me clutching the armrests and praying again. Now I barely notice it when the captain turns on the seatbelt sign and my letters become squiggly from the bumps. And landing always had me looking out the window and waiting for us to be save on the ground. A couple flights ago I didn’t even noticed until I felt the telltale bump of us hitting the runway, and even that barely registered.

I don’t know where this change occurred, but I’m glad it did. It feels great to be one of those people I used to envy for being so relaxed on a flight. It sure makes my traveling experience much less stressful.

Now if security could get their head out of their ass and move faster and JFK could work a little harder at being on time, traveling would be perfect.