WORN-THROUGH AND WELL-LOVED.

My favourite shoes: my TOMS.  They're shoes for a cause; shoes with a higher calling (possibly a strange and novel concept for those who are unfamiliar with TOMS).  When you buy a pair of TOMS, you are essentially buying shoes for two people - yourself, and a child in need who cannot afford or does not have access to shoes. 

I feel like if you are going to purchase items, you might as well do so consciously, deliberately, and with a definite purpose.  And I feel that TOMS goes above and beyond in this area.  Considering the clear purpose and consciousness of where and how their shoes (and other items) are produced, I've got to say, TOMS is (hands down) my all-time favourite brand.

I wear my TOMS everywhere, pretty much at all times, as you can probably tell from the images below.  Just as the title of this post says, although my TOMS may be worn-through, they have definitely been well-loved at the same time.  Seeing as my shoes are falling apart to the point that my toes are exposed, it very well may be time to purchase a new pair.  At least I can buy with confidence that my money is doing something good not only for me, but for someone else too, and that the products are made in a clean and safe environment that encourages and builds up its employees via fair working conditions and standards.

Needless to say...I love my TOMS!

REMINDS ME OF MY CHILDHOOD.

Suncatchers - I remember painting these little beauties when I was younger.  It's like stained-glass window...minus the glass and the window.  I remember thinking how magical it all seemed; I was painting my own rainbow that sunbeams could slip and slide down.  When my plastic work of art was done, my mom would hang it against the window.  I would waltch with wonder, my eyes gleaming as they intently fixated on the light filtering through the piece of plastic and giving it an etherial glow.  Yes, doing this activity with my sister and her friends takes me back to a time when every piece of painted plastic was a magical portal through which sunbeams danced and played.  Enjoy!

I LOVE WHEN MY SISTERS LET ME BRAID THEIR HAIR.

While I am SO HAPPY that my hair is gone (really, long hair becomes a drag after a while), the one thing I will miss is braiding.  I love the different patterns and varieties, the way they look, and the feeling of accomplishment I get when I master a new style.  My hair is chin-length now though, so...no more braids for me.  At least I have sisters with long hair.

UM.

Well. I just read my last blog post ("New Years Resolutions...?"). And I've made the discovery that I am rediculous. Or that I was really, really trying to avoid writing another college essay. Probably both.

I've been meaning to do something productive with this blog. So far...not really working out. Whatevs.