I bought a pair of Birkenstocks this summer, immediately wore them on a beach date that involved a lot of walking,* and ended up with brutal blisters so deep they left scars. I didn’t even know that a painful breaking-in period was common for Birks; this piece from Racked makes me feel better about my suffering.
*We went out to Iona Beach and walked along the spit to a secluded spot–very lovely but windy enough to fill our wine glasses with sand. At one point, a nude man wearing a backpack walked by, and somehow, he was the most naked person I have ever seen. Maybe it was the contrast created by the full-clothed woman walking beside him; maybe it was his backpack; maybe it was the glowing summer evening sun. Whatever it was, that dude was N-A-K-E-D.