|Carson Fisk-Vittori, Dirty Feet, 2009, Archival Inkjet Print|
As a child, my mother always made us wear pantuflas ("slippers" for you non-Spanish speakers - and yes, it's more fun to say pantuflas than it is to say slippers). I had a series of various furry and fuzzy pantuflas, and although they were on the warm and cozy side, it didn't matter too much in Los Angeles where even the hottest day would cool down in the evening. I wanted nothing to do with plastic shoes - I thought they were ugly, and they made my feet hurt and stink.
|Fuzzy slippers can get downright gross.|
When I finally moved out on my own to Austin, Texas, in 1998, I discovered that the town was full of flip-flop loving people. But I would never wear these dreaded chanclas, with a piece of plastic wedged in between my toes to keep them in place. It was too hot for pantuflas (besides, they collect so much dust and hair!), and my Birks and Betulas were completely worn out, so for the first time, I had the guilty delight of walking around barefoot.
|Purple camo pattern chanclas, about to get retired.|
I've decided it's time for another pair in a color I actually like - and it turns out they are doing a deal of $15 for $30 for Okabashi flip flops through Descuento Libre! Even better, they're eco-friendly and have proper foot support, and they come in all sorts of solid color combinations. With this offer, I can get a pair for Shand. After all, we share a bed, and who wants dirty feet beneath the sheets? My mother was right all along.
|My next pair of chanclas will be from Okabashi!|