That Y-shaped Footwear


A post from Cecilia at The Kitchen’s Garden Project reminded me of the ways we refer to those simple shoes held on by your toe. Flip-flops … sure. Thongs … okay. But other countries have their own words. Jandals is one of my favs.  New Zealand gave us that.  Brilliant.  As a Southern Californian, we had Tojos ( say that, “toe hoes” ).  This was a lesser product from Flojos ( say “flow hoes” ) a common beach shoe made from rubber, easy to slop on and off when you’re surfing the waves battling sand and the ladies.  I think most of us called them flip-flops.  After an extensive five minute search on the internet, I can’t find a thing on Tojos.  Or is it Toehos?  I think Flojos canned the name due to potential “other” toe push back.

But, the best name I’ve ever heard naming the  flip-flop came from my mom.  “Go-Aheads”  …  I’ll let that sink in.  What?  Go-Aheads?  Really?  I have no idea where that came from.  She grew up on the east coast and then around.  I can only imagine a child asking her mom,

Child: Mom? Mom!  Can I wear these to school?

Mom:  uh, go ahead.

It’s just easy.  Kid slips go-aheads on … no socks to locate … we’re done here.

I’m sure I’ve missed other names for these summer Jandals 😉 … anyone have any others?



The Choice Is Yours


I have been caught on occasion walking in the fields in my heels.  I don’t actually plan to walk in the fields in my heels, it sometimes happens should a veal need a nudge back to the herd when I pop back from the shops.  Or when Brent asks me to close a gate on my way out.


Today, was a gate closure.  Lucy grabbed a shot.  I thought it was funny.  We have so much grass at the moment you need to walk tall.  Lift your knees and make sure your lovely shoes don’t get too messy.


Shoes in question are Vanny 7 edition from John Fluevog.  They are very comfy, lovely red and … wait for it … heart shaped heel.  AH!  Also on the sole is written, ” To love or to hate the CHOICE is yours.”

I’ve been a bit slack with myself in the last few months.  So much going on.  So easy to slip on familiar and carry on.  I’ve been reconnecting with my lovely – now vintage – wardrobe.  and I’ve been smiling more.  It’s nice to wear something you love.  So I invite you to wear something lovely tonight.  A scarf, some earrings, a short skirt.  Lipstick?  The CHOICE is yours.

Lucy and Z Check The Mail


It’s a bit over 700 meters to our mailbox.  Lucy has been waiting and waiting for a package to arrive.  Sure that it would come this day, she decided to walk down and take a look.  Why so motivated?  Shoes.  I’m sure you can relate.  Z wanted to come along.  And off they went.


Lucy snapped a few photos along the way.  The herd seems to be doing well.  Most of them snoozing.  I love a snoozy cow.

She also grabbed this selfie.  I love it because if you trace their heads and neckline it makes a heart.  aaaaah.  how cute!


Did her shoes arrive?  YES!!! YES THEY DID!!  Woohoo!

Oh Hi! Kid Flurry.


We are trying to get our head screwed on straight.  Kids are home for vacation.  “I’M BORED,” says Otto, “what is there to DO!?”

The herd, however, is not bored.  They are fat.  It’s very, very hot, but we still have alfalfa.  Yeah!



And helpful US visitor.  This guy has no jet lag.  A nap in the afternoon, is not jet lag.  He arrived and was one of the fambly.  Amazing.


Z is showing our visitor the ropes.  One wise-crack at a time.



Here is a shadow and a cow trail.  Can you tell I’m writing fast?


I want to share what’s going on.  Like these safety mandals.  great tractor wear…



Oops, I seem to have broken my tractor prong. … again.  Let’s fit this new prong.




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It’s been awhile since our last #felfie.IMG_3966_2

…. this is how a blog post reads when you have four young children talking at you and a farmer talkie-walkie -y in as I write.


“mommy, you have a funny face on there,” says Z.  yep … yep I do.  Please darling, give me a minute to construct a sentence.

Farm Fashion: Shoe Edition, Article One- The Wedge


I’m all for wearing cute gear and general cuteness on the farm.  I always do a little five minute face even if it’s just me and my husband and our cows.  A girl has to feel lovely.  If you don’t believe that, give yourself five minutes of face and get back to me.  Zélie, like my two other girlies, is into shoes.  All shoes, any shoes, any shoe-like item will be used as shoes.  Her first word was, “shoes.” Today, on our evening walk, she chose the wedge.  I was a bit skeptical as I thought she might abort and move to bare feet.  I love children in bare feet, but I’m still working on “project tidy” which includes rusty nails and their spikey tetanus inducing friends.  She saw it through as any Cosmo girl would.  She walked all over the farm in her oversized wedges without issue.  Cats were cuddled.  Chickens were fed.  Balls were thrown.  I’ve done a little wedging myself on the farm, but I reserve it for more domestic tasks.  A wedge has no business with cattle work.