The seasons are changing, temperatures climbing, my clogs aren’t going to cut it for summer (they’re on their last legs, anyway) and I needed some damn shoes. Certain lifestyle changes have made wearing heels a new possibility. I hadn’t worn them for many years, first for feminist reasons, then for comfort reasons, then for reasons of not wanting to break my blessed neck in the course of a very physical job. The number of pairs of heels that I’ve worn in my life that have been bearable I can count on one hand. However, those few pairs shared some common features (wedges, no higher than 3″, securely-fitting uppers), and I think I’ve found a new pair that encompasses all of them.
The problem, of course, is that when one has a penchant for the practical, and one’s tastes tend toward the Nordic anyway, one always runs the risk of buying Nana shoes. “Would my Nana wear these?” is a question that is always foremost on my mind on the rare occasions that I find myself in a shoe store. So now I put it to you: are these awesome, or are they Nana shoes?