Another day, another holler

It's colder today in lovely (I mean that) northwest NJ. Probably about 50 degrees. Leaves are turning, the dew on the grass is cold instead of refreshing. This means... NO MORE OPEN TOED SHOES!

Usually, I keep my own rule of no open toes after 9/11, but it was 80 degrees for the past few days, and honestly, I just wanted to wear my cute little kitten-heeled sandals just a few more times. But alas, when I stepped out the door this morning in my Nike flip-flops (I'll explain that in a moment), my little tootsies practically shrieked at the drop in temperature. I almost ran back inside for some more substantial footwear, but it was running late and the road was calling.

So, I put my 3-inch-heeled Mary Janes in my bag and headed out.

Now, don't get confused. No more open toed shoes DOES NOT mean it's boot time. Boots are not allowed (by me) until at least Columbus Day. It's just plain old silly to wear espadrilles one day and suede the next. There has to be an in-between. And this is it.

As far as the flip-flops - I am not the daintiest of ladies. I have a heavy foot on the gas and brake pedals in my car, and years of wearing out the back of the heel on my right-foot shoes has finally taught me to not wear good shoes while driving. Thus, flip-flops in the warm weather, and sneakers in the cool. Sometimes, sometimes, the hideous slip-on rubber heeled house slippers. But we don't let anyone see those. Shhh.

Who am I to say these things?
I am...the Frumpy Fashionista.