Review on 👡 BIRKENSTOCK Women's Boston Leather Sandal by Original Mansel

Fifth day of the clogs I may never come back. The ease of slipping your foot into the shoe is enticing, like the song of a laziness siren. So far I've worn these shoes in snowy/muddy conditions and gotten over them with feet so dry they might be a Steven Wright joke. The size of the arch support would suit co-parenting a child with your ex-husband Bill. The goal is so luxurious that the slogan for the shoe should be "Look like a mole, feel like a gold digger". The shoes created the zen dating mentality and allowed the wearer to slip into an spinster as easily as their feet slip into their casual shoes. "Don't worry about the man," they purr. "We will support you until you slowly go into the night. And we won't eat your body like your cat." Shoes generally make my feet happy, but they also legitimize my life choices; maybe we all have to choose between Birkenstock and flashy wedge ankle boots. But if you want to walk that long road alone, you may also need the right shoes.