People say that Labor Day marks the end of summer. People say that white shoes are not okay after said day.
People say a lot of things.
But if you’ve had the kind of August our cats have had, you’re still sloshing white espadrilles through the endless summer stew.
Don’t believe me? Try this on for size:
TNR’d: A multitude of wild and wonderful fauves sauvages, including a cat whose actual name is actually Wario
Banished to Ringworm: Henrietta (still), Dawg, Banana, Lemar
Promoted to Heaven: Nantucket, Doc Watson, Bowser
So wear whatever shoes make you dance, kittens. Or, if you have feet like skis and need to buy your shoes in the same department as Sasquatch and the Yeti, wear whatever shoes fit your titanic tootsies.* Either way, September, we hail you with tails in the air and toes tapping.
*Like me. Somewhere, someone has grainy VHS footage of the Abominable Snowman trying on size-98 TOMS…and, right beside him, there I am buying Converses the size of canoes.