The thing about weekends and kids is that you end up having even less time to yourself than you do during a work-day.
After a morning of intense weeding and garden work aided by Thing 2, I barely had time to shower and get ready for an afternoon barbecue with lovely friends on Lidingö. No time to think about the outfit and pressed for time also no time to pick out the right shoes.
Pulled out a pair of black sandals from the bottom of a box. Sandals that I bought during the last leg of pregnancy #2 in blistering hot NYC when nothing else fit and flip-flops every day seemed a little too uncivilised. Don’t love even a little bit and although they have passed the shoe challenge, will be adding these to the next load for charity.