Jelly shoes! Like the ones I wore when I was a kid. They re-exist. I found these at American Apparel the other day, thanks to the sales girl who was sporting a pair of black ones. I slipped my feet in and had a total ’80s flashback to being a little girl in Indiana. And it was awesome.
Needless to say, my nostalgia moment forced me into buying them. And at $24 it wasn’t a splurge, it was a steal. I’d forgotten how comfy they were, too. I’m pretty sure I found this year’s perfect beach shoe, and I don’t even have to crimp my hair with them this go-round.
Long live the jelly.