Elegy For A Pair of Born Sandals

I've had to say goodbye to my beloved Born sandals.  My woe is boundless, my sorrow inconsolable.
They were the best made, most comfortable, and longest-lasting (8+ years) shoes I've ever owned.  Would that they could have lasted a lifetime were it not for my own folly.
But hark!  There is a spark of hope!  Weep not (did I say inconsolable?), for I have found suitable successors!  My heart leaps for joy!

Born "Hyde" sandals.  Somewhere between 8 and 10 years old.  I'd still be wearing them had I not got them covered in mud and clay while digging up sprinkler heads, didn't wash them off very thoroughly, didn't dry them at all, then left them in the garage sitting where the trash and cat litter accumulates waiting for trash day.  I'm surprised the stink lines didn't manifest in the photo.

Born "Osmond" sandals.  Tres similar, no?  I obviously like the fisherman style, and Born's quality and durability has been so great they're the only brand I'll buy.

If You Truly Want To Know The Cause Of The Downfall Of American Society...

...then look no further than you local Walmart.

Where people spend their money on crap (yes, I went there) like this

Salmagundi

Getting ready for a two mile walk this morning, I grabbed my socks and shoes and headed downstairs.  When I realized I had two different socks my first thought was "You mean I gotta go all the way back upstairs to get another sock?"



Work brought in Cafe Max this week for month-end lunch.  Always delicious.

Chicken, pasta and fruit salads