We’ve all had the Sunday Dreads in one shape or another. It’s early August, you’re clambering on the beach, blissfully happy despite balancing a mountain of beach gear (chairs, blankets, buckets, shovels, book that you won’t get to read, sunscreen and the pound of sand attached to it, snacks, plus any and all children you may have with you because they don’t like walking in the sand), and you blow out a flip flop. No, worries, you think. I’ll just go pick up another pair on the way home. And then you get to a shop only to find all those nifty neon orange and pink flip flops gone, replaced by chunky fall mahogany fashions.
Then you start to freak out. It’s only a month, weeks for some, until school starts. You’re buying school supplies, you’re getting class letters. Holly Golightly got the Mean Reds, which can only hope to compare to the Sunday Dreads. Here are the reasons why I cringe at the back-to-school countdown.