In a moment that really only an Aussie (and perhaps a Westie at that) can truly understand, my thong died last night. The strap finally broke. The sadness comes from the fact that these were just worn in and comfortable. The heel was so thin that light actually passed through the rubber now. As Aussie’s know, your thongs are only truly worn in when you can walk across the grass and feel the bindii thorns in your foot.
So, now I have the task of breaking in new pair of thongs. Sigh.