I love my Toms.
First of all, I love the idea that by buying a pair of shoes for myself, I am getting a pair of shoes for someone who can't afford them.
Such a cool business model--well played, Tom.
Besides that, they are comfy and cozy and versatile--although, I tried to wear them with a dress once and got vehemently reprimanded.
I've had people tell me they are ugly and arguably they're right, but I think my Toms are lovely even though they can acquire a smell.
Pinterest told me to put a tea bag in each shoe overnight as a natural deodorizer and I generally do whatever Pinterest tells me to.
These are my first pair.
I wore a hole in them in less than a year with my giant, lightbulb-shaped big toe and then just kept wearing them as though I didn't have a closet full of less completely ghetto looking shoes.
The insole has been distorted into a funky shape and they don't fit my feet as comfortably anymore.
These are my new(er) ones.
I really liked the red ones, but the grey ones are pretty great too.
Some Uses for Toms:
When I wake up late and everyone is scrambling trying to get out the door and I'm still in my pajamas but have to get Jack to school: Toms.
When I am walking to the park with the girls or going to Jack's soccer game but it's still not quite flip flop weather: Toms.
When I'm going to the mall and I know I'm going to try stuff on and have to take my shoes off a million times: Toms.
When I'm cleaning my house and don't want to be barefoot because the crumbs on my dirty floor will stick to my feet: Toms.
I'm nothing if not loyal, so I will have a pair of Toms for the rest of time.
But never the glittery ones.