You know how the fact that it is FINALLY FINALLY FINALLY actual-spring (as opposed to calendar-spring, which coincided with a for-real snowstorm in my neck of the woods) makes me feel?
Like doing a little dance. (I’m dancing in that picture up there, I swear. See the jazz hand?)
To celebrate the fact that we have now completed what is, in theory, the final Real Winter of our lives – because once you have experienced Boston and New York winters you know that Northern California winters seriously don’t even count – I finally went ahead and did it:
I bought the Birkenstocks.
Last summer, when the world suddenly decided that Birkenstocks were high fashion again, I got super excited, because guess what I’d had the foresight (or perhaps laziness) to hang onto? My seventh-grade Birkenstocks. Those are some old Birkenstocks. And you better believe I wore them all summer long, but as it turns out even Birkenstocks have a finite life span, which hovers somewhere around two decades.
So: new season, new pair. (These are actually a brand-new design they just released, with the white buckles and white sole.) I’ve already worn them so much that they’ve started to do that awesome Birkenstock-y thing where they conform to the exact shape of your feet, and now I think they may never come off again. Ever. Because we’re headed to The Land Of Eternal Summer.
Below, a bunch of my favorite new sandal styles for spring, all of which are in the same vein as the Birkenstocks pictured above: sort of spare and chunky, with clean – but beautiful – lines.
And wayyyy over there on the other side of the spectrum: THESE. Not even the tiniest bit minimalist, but whatever, I love them.