It took me exactly 246 days (the amount of days from the Céline show to ordering them), to get used to the idea of a grandpa sandal gone posh, but I am now officially, honestly and fully pro-’stock’.
I seriously thought these would never get anywhere near my feet and if anyone would have started a petition for a restraining order to keep them far far away from my street, I would probably have signed it.
Sure, my change of thoughts on the Birkenstock has obviously got something (or even everything) to do with them being trended by Phoebe Philo introducing something similar – though with a fur insole and a completely different price tag – for her spring/summer 2013 collection for Céline and I admit this in all dignity. Also, the perfectly nonchalant Bassike lookbook convinced me to actually get them instead of just throwing them in my shopping cart all the time. I know, filling and emptying digital baskets is a true waste of time and yet I do it all the time.
So I do not think I will ever hop on the not-complete-without-socks bandwagon – those are for bearded man ánd women (or models) – but despite the fact that some may recall these as the ugliest shoes ever invented, I love them.
One of the biggest perks of wearing these is that the bigger the shoe, the tinier your legs look. And since I am not blessed with the most feminine ankles out there – I guess my parents forgot to give me ankles when I was born – (I learned that these are called tankles (tank ankles) while watching a tv show the other day) these are probably as big as a shoe can get?
Ok, so close your eyes and imagine these with a crisp white feminine summer dress. Or with the flowiest silk pants you can think of. Still not convinced?
You could always use them to get some gardering done, but since I only have a tiled roof terrace and nothing to ‘garden’, I hope you will forgive me for wearing them out.