"my favorite memory of flip flops..
was the year my mother and i filled bags and bags with every punchy colourful pair on sale after summer and bundled them off with us on a trip to oaxaca.we could hardly wait to sit at zocalo in the ancient shade of those stone arches. wait for all the children to come with their baskets of roses and comical skeletons for dia de los muertos hoping to collect pesos for their wares. most of the children are barefoot, in old hand me down clothes, holding hands and looking out for each other.
it did not take long for them to arrive in mass as we began sizing up feet with shoes.
such joy on the faces of those children. shrieks of happiness and unabashed delight to have NEW colourful flip flops!
those are the children we help with our shrine project. those are the moments we fold in our hearts forever."
xoxoxoxo,
rebecca
was the year my mother and i filled bags and bags with every punchy colourful pair on sale after summer and bundled them off with us on a trip to oaxaca.we could hardly wait to sit at zocalo in the ancient shade of those stone arches. wait for all the children to come with their baskets of roses and comical skeletons for dia de los muertos hoping to collect pesos for their wares. most of the children are barefoot, in old hand me down clothes, holding hands and looking out for each other.
it did not take long for them to arrive in mass as we began sizing up feet with shoes.
such joy on the faces of those children. shrieks of happiness and unabashed delight to have NEW colourful flip flops!
those are the children we help with our shrine project. those are the moments we fold in our hearts forever."
xoxoxoxo,
rebecca
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