Cookies + Sangria
For the past four months, my feet have been parked exclusively in cozy slippers , with small, daily excursions into my trusty New Balance trainers or Birkenstock sandals . “Real shoes” (the kind of shoes you would strut into a professional setting or restaurant with) have absolutely no use for me right now. Yet somehow, I cannot stop shoe shopping.
Let me explain. Maybe this is a part of getting older and wiser (#thisis30). Maybe my feet have simply gotten too pampered during this strange homebound existence. Whatever the reason, I don’t think I can ever go back to real shoes again. Instead, my quarantine obsession has been phasing out my old, uncomfortable shoes (looking at you, Jack Rogers sandals that feel like walking on wooden planks ) and slowly replacing them with walkable alternatives.
Don’t get me wrong, style is still a chief priority. I’m not thaaaaat old, after all. However, if it doesn’t have at least a few millimeters of foam padding, and/or anatomical arch support, I’m simply not interested. Getting 10,000 steps in is really my main source of entertainment these days, so I can’t sacrifice function at the expense of form.
Cookies + Sangria