Summer came here in England rather late and the need for a pair of sandals was delayed. And then when it finally came, the summer that is, my feet were protesting the gilded cages that were my boots. Suddenly freedom for my feet became rather imperative... Not wishing to buy a cheap pair that would quickly leave its mark in the form of blisters, or would break down after putting it through my rather quick pace of walking... the search began! And then my eyes beheld the lovely form upon a friend's feet. The perfect sandal. Appealing to my eye. Simple, yet enough detail. These sandals were made my Toms . (Don't know what I speak of, just click the link at the end!) One for One I buy a pair of their shoes. AND They provide a pair for a child who doesn't have any. And suddenly you become aware that every choice you make matters. It carries weight It speaks of