I remember summers by my sandals. 2003, when I started dating my now-husband: Teva flip flops. 2009, when I had my daughter? Worishofer 711‘s, since they were the only things I could sausage my blimpy feet into. And scattered into the other years, some Hoy Saltwaters and Sven clog sandals in enough styles and colors to bring me to the brink of divorce. This summer was actually the season of two pairs. Like everyone else who reads this site, I, too, got a pair of Birkenstock Gizehs. But then, about a month ago, I saw a woman at the coffee place wearing Bass Sunjun Joannes, and they practically put me in a summer time machine, sending me off to the summer between 5th and 6th grades, when all I wanted was a pair of Bass Sunjun Sharons–or, more to the point, a Sunjun Sharon tan on my feet, the way all the cool older girls at the Ferncroft pool did. So I hurried back to my desk, ordered on Zappos, and got them the very next day and have worn them every day since. (I also sent a pair to my little sister.) They’re more padded than the Gizehs, and have the ankle strap for more support (and less precarious running downstairs at the subway), and perhaps most important, let me finally enact those 5th grade poolside aspirations. So this summer and these sandals I will remember well, and I’m still working on the tan lines.