Shoes of ... my LIFE.

Summer is no longer in our sight...but do not fear, if my calculations are correct then we have 219 days left until summer, so it's practically right around the corner.  So, my advice would be to make sure you are prepared by having the following. A trusty pair of flip flops in at least every room of your house, and a pair of slip on kicks.  

These Rip Curl flops were bought nearing the end of August so they are still in great condition, so the four pairs I have at work, the one pair in the truck of my car (still in the wrapping) and the 15 pairs at my house are not in use for the moment. 

 

 These Roxy slip-ons have done me well for many years.  They used to be fuzzy inside, however, after many road trips and adventures to the beach, they are no longer fuzzy, but rather I find I can fit them with almost every outfit under the sun.  However, I accidentally forgot my Nikes for Physiotherapy last week and felt like kind of a tool wearing these and doing exercises in a weight room ... BUT that's the only time they won't work;).

I am trying, I do believe the frost did looked quite pretty on the rooftops today, and the snow covered mountain tops are making our gorgeous Vancouver, BC city look quite amazing. 

Nevertheless, my denial continues and I'll be wearing my extra layers up top for the next little while - so that my toes-in-denial can continue to wear their preferred footwear for a while longer...if not forever.

now that's what I am talkin' about!

So, we have this street here in Vancouver, BC called Commercial drive.  It's made up of pizza joints, Italian cafes, sports pubs, expensive home furnishing stores filled with products created by local designers and artists and much more.  The joy being that you can never really be sure of what it is that you are going to stumble upon, you just know it's going to be good.

  This Friday afternoon I decided to take a stroll down it, as the surf season here on the Pacific Westcoast is just beginning (swell is best in the winter), the sun however, has just begun to sleep the next six months away and the rains have come.  Needless to say, my courage to get out into the waves disappeared this past weekend so I decided to trade my surf trip in for a weekend in the city and shopping (for boots, still).  Feeling slightly anti-social and mind-bogglingly exhausted from a hectic week at work, I walked from store to store up and down Commerical Drive, trying to convince myself that I really needed everything, however, wisely walked out empty handed, as boots were the goal and all I could find were awesome hats and toques/beanies (although I did buy the coolest beanie of the season).  

  

  I was just about to turn in for the day as I glanced up as I was walking down the street and saw the sunshine brightly (metaphorically speaking, as it was the greyest day so far this fall).  Three amigos had decided to plant themselves on the patio of a popular pub and enjoy a cocktail or two together, wearing the largest sombreros three amigos could possibly wear.  Nothing about these dudes screamed "Meixcan" or gave any reason for the casual hat choice.  Nor was the restaurant they were at Mexican OR was there any special national Holiday or occasion whatsoever for their fine choice in head attire.  Nonetheless.  They'd just decided to wear them.  To make the casual outing of spending time together as friends solid.  Sitting on an outdoor patio.  Two months post summer.  Just them. Their summer drinks. And their Mexican attire. 

Who needs the sun when you have sombreros?  Nicely chosen boys.  You made my day.