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.