Florida has changed me. I leave indoor crap on the porch, I wear flip flops in public, and spaghetti strap tank tops are de rigueur. Now, I’ve nearly made the full-on deep-South transformation—trailer park queen. I bought a nightgown, but before it even saw the bedroom, I discovered it was the best house dress ever. Now, I get home from work, look for shorts and a tank top and remember, “Ah! House dress!”
I don’t think I’ll ever make the full conversion, though, because my house shoes of choice are Birkenstocks. I may be trashy, but I’m well shod.
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