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.