Yesterday, I made a batch of stew, wrote a bunch, had a friend over for dinner, bought some new pussy willows and a quince blossom branch, saw a friend's show at Glasslands and starter a Twitter. But. All this pales before the following: I found my summer shoes! At, naturally, my onetime employer Dear Fieldbinder, where the peerless Maeve enticed me into a very tempting pair of pleated dungarees and the pictured sandals (although mine are brown.) This company, Remix Vintage, apparently does literal reproductions of vintage shoes from the 30s and 40s. Not only are these "Gilda" sandals absurdly comfortable, but they have exactly the right touch of what Barbara Pym termed "slightly dowdy elegance." A sandal just isn't a sandal without a hint of the orthotic.
4 comments:
Ooohh, a startlingly UNdainty gold sandal.
An urban rarity!
I am dubious that Barbara Pym can be trusted to stay on the "elegance" side of that balancing act.
Love Pym, but those shoes will guarantee that you won't get laid.
Post a Comment