Although I spent last Wednesday’s post extolling the virtues of the Birkenstock, I remained unsatisfied. I was, after all, extolling the virtues of the Birkenstock. Questions remained: Birkenstocks? Really? Was that the best I could do? Could my husband’s dirty vegan hippie jokes actually be true? Worst of all, were the Birkenstocks a lazy choice, evidence that my shopping skills were beginning to mold?
So back to Zappos I went, determined to do better. These non-Birkenstocks meet my earlier criteria: metallic, comfy, relatively cheap, gladiator-esque. They arrived on Saturday, thanks to Zappos’ badass shipping, thus ending the Birkenstock curse. While I’m a dirty vegan hippie on the inside, my feet don’t have to show it.
(Yes, these are the same shoes featured in the Anthropologie catalog, except in a different color and inexplicably renamed “Coachella Valley Thongs.” Anthropologie doesn’t reveal their brand, but that’s why you have me, right?)