Although this is New Year’s Eve, don’t be expecting a long, poetry filled post reflecting on the past year; the ups, the downs, the unexpected, the wonderful happenings of the past year in my life.

Hooey to that I say. Hooey. Gosh, I hope I spelt that write. I only wrote it twice.

Instead, what you fine people get is perhaps the most perfect blend of couture to exemplify me and this blog: flannel flip flops. Yes, sirs and madams, my esteemed future mother in law somehow, someway, somewhere found these hot pieces of shoeware.

I know, they ain’t Jimmy Choos, but I wouldn’t get caught dead in a pair of those. These, however, have my name written all over them, albeit not literally.

Check them out.

For the record, although it’s currently snowing and expected to 16 degrees tonight with a wind chill of 0, I’m still not going to wear these ninja-style, like another fellow New Yorker we all know.