Yeah, Baby!

Maery Rose

I figure it’s time for a “happy feet” photo.

Birkenstocks

The Birkenstock photo is in honor of my sister SS. Sister SB and T, you just hush now! SS and I, we know what’s stylin’. We are groovin in our Birkys!

sisters

Oh, yeah, that’s right. SS doesn’t like it when I try to make her out as a hip, liberal, green girl. And she ain’t no long-haired, tie-dyed, hippy either!

I just know there is a tree hugger hiding in her somewhere. She has rain barrels for cryin’ out loud!

Come on! Admit it SS! You are secretly lusting for an electric car and a mood ring!

Okay. I’ve probably totally blown the sisterly bonding over our comfy Birkenstocks, that I was going for. Come on — sing it!

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4 Comments

  1. Cute post! I love that song. I never had real Birks. I had a pair of LL Bean wannabes. I finally got rid of them. They became so trendy here, and I felt so….earthy when I wore them! 🙂

  2. My sis and me are tight too. it’s nice to have someone who knows all about you, ALL about you, yet still wants to hang out with you anyway. 🙂

    Also,- love the new “about me”.

  4. Heh, I don’t think I’ll be posting any pictures of my hidious feet, no matter what sort of footwear they are in. I’ll spare y’all!

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