I am a triple Virgo and therefore am doggedly ruled by Mercury, the herald of the gods, who wore little winged sandals to deliver divine messages to mortals. For anyone who cares about astrology/mythology, you would understand that this means many things, mainly that I've picked a fairly decent profession and apparently I've got a way with lambs and edible roots. So in honor of my ruling planet, that capricious orb forever going retrograde, I purchased these Ikaria sandals from Ancient Greek Sandals (c/o LN-CC), so I could feel a bit like a demigod. Just a bit, though. These sandals are also named after the poster child for misguided hubris, Icarus, and if there's one Virgo trait that trumps all foolhardy flights up into the ether, it's our intense modesty.