I'm wearing a pair of black and fuschia Nike flip flops (HATE flip flops, but there it is) with a dress to work. On a Wednesday.
I'm wearing a dress. It's a cute dress and would work with flipflops, but this is sort of pushing the limit. I cannot give a single intercourse about it, but somewhere in my flamboyant, play-dressup-daily soul, I have outraged myself. I'm sure I can quiet that outrage with the thought of comfort during a 100+ degree day. Or not.
Blogger told me I misspelled fuschia. Well, you're WRONG, Blogger. Nyah.
LOL, one of THOSE days eh???
You've given up, haven't you? Well, okay- you're not wearing sweatpants, so that's something.
Named after the flower, which is named for a person with the surname "Fuchs". ("Fox" in German, but I forgive you for seeing/dropping the good old Anglo-Saxon F-bomb.)
Hope your days get better, my dear. And you could never be anything but stylish and classy, even if you wore ratty sweats.
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