When summer ends, I'm in trouble. Serious trouble. I've lived exclusively, minus two Christmas seasons spent in the States, in sandals for over three years now. While living in Bangkok, we regularly smiled about the three Thai seasons: hot, hotter and hottest. Each season perfect for sandals. But, as I finally located my shoes in our now diminishing stack of moving boxes (can I get an Amen?!), I was a bit shocked to see that my sandals had seemingly reproduced. September will mark my first 'real' seasonal change and my shoe collection is going to need to rise to the occasion. I am off to add 'find a quality shoe store' to my list of must-dos.