There was no transitioning..suddenly London hit spring and we’ve been bathed in sunshine all week.  It’s the sort of weather where you want to loll on fresh, green grass and let your voice get weary from talking, not smoking.  In honour, I wore my first official pair of summer shoes yesterday – my two year old pair of Swedish Hasbeens, and admittedly the walking was spliced between cycling and chasing the kids on the common..but there were no blisters at the end of the day. Result.  But these beauties do need getting used to with their distinctive dry-bone no-give wooden soles – like the best things in life, they need time to wear-in.  In Sweden, long before it became a trend, they’d do this by wearing them with socks – it allows the leather to give a little extra whilst avoiding the rubbing…and you can’t find a nicer pair of socks than these at Free People.

It takes it away from the Japanese school girl look and gives it back to nature and folk dancing..a technical and aesthetic tour de force.

 

Laters, Kate x