When you spend most of your life on the beach – you pick up a few coastal habits. I picked up more than my fair share. I eat oysters on Christmas, leave seashells on tombstones, keep extra clothes and towels in my trunk, and wear flip-flops year-round.
No one notices these beachy quirks, save for my flip-flop addiction.
I blame my mama for that one. She had a pair of black rainbow-soled Rainbows when I first moved in with her in the early 1990s. If it was above 65 degrees, they were on her feet. And I was obsessed with them.
It was years later that I got my first pair. I wore them everywhere. School, church, rain or shine, and even on Christmas trips back home to Canton. Daddy fussed to no end, convinced I’d get frostbite. I didn’t, and so his fussing fell on deaf ears. Though I bet Daddy was thrilled, I was heartbroken when I lost one in the ocean.
I’ve had half a dozen pairs since then. And I still wear them with wild abandon. I swear, they go with just about everything. Plus, they last forever. Mama still had her black ones when Bug was born, and I have a hemp pair that is almost 20 years old.
Even Brandon has taken to wearing them non-stop after living in Wilmington. He’s every bit as bad about it as I am, and we’ve passed the habit down to the girls who’ve worn them since they were toddlers.
That makes three generations with the same go-to pair of flip-flops. Mama was never much of a trendsetter, but she started something when she stopped by a surf shop and picked up that set of black Rainbows in the 90s.
We call them thongs or their nic name pluggers. They’re an Australian standard footwear essential! That said I never put our son in them as a child and therefore have 33 years old who can’t walk in them! 🤣
Unfortunately people have taken to wearing them everywhere which sometimes just isn’t appropriate so I stand by my decision all those years ago 😊🙏🦘🙏
People from other areas of the US call them thongs too. It’s easy to tell when someone isn’t from around here when they don’t call them flip-flops. lol