So uh, you know how I’m pretty but not very bright right? Normally I’m at peace with it. I mean no one ever got an upgrade to first class by being able to thoughtfully discuss Schopenhauer’s Fourfold Root of the Principle of Sufficient Reason and although mama loves her vowel-laden enthusiastically-follicled 19th century philosophers, mama loves those little hot rolled towels and a decreased risk of deep vein thrombosis even more. Plus the warm nuts.
Anyhoodle, I forgot to mention a month-long feature: Flats Month.
Upon arriving at the idyllic seaside village that contains the newly-christened Villa de Plumcake, I discovered the streets were done completely in a particularly rustic cobblestone. Not like cute little pavers that look like cobblestone, but actual mostly-rounded stones from the ground cobbled together in such a way as to provide maximum ankle twisting at all times.
Cobblestone can go [redacted] themselves.
Anyone who ever said cobblestones were romantic had a flatter chest and cheaper shoes than I do, and since I decided not to take my car, I have to walk about four miles a day on those igneous bastards.
Now I have a long and glorious tradition of making questionable decisions in foreign countries, but never EVER at the risk of my shoes, so I had to hide my heels away and unwrap some flats and although they’re not my shoe of choice, even I understand that woman cannot live by stilettos alone.
With that in mind, I have christened the entire month of July “Flats Month” featuring a new Plumcake-approved flat Monday through Friday until July 31st.