Perfect WFH Shoes!

When I turned 40, 7 years ago, I promised myself I would stop wearing shoes that hurt my feet. That was difficult at first because the kids were still kids and the budget was tighter, so buying a decent pair of Dansko or Cob Hill sandals or heels for work meant I had to choose very wisely. Now that the budget is a bit roomier and I have had seven years; I have amassed a nice selection of comfortable shoes for work and for hime.

These past three weeks of working from home presented different challenges. My slippers do not work because it is springtime in Oregon, so while it is chilly in the morning and evening, during the day in the house, the lined slippers where just too much.

I tried my Furoshiki wrap shoes, which I usually wear post gym or workout. Those worked well for temperature but the Vibram soles were not conducive to my habit of working with a leg tucked under me. It just felt weird.

Since I am an avowed shoe whore and DSW has had so many lovely coupons and sales to tempt the home bound show lover like me, I found the perfect WFH shoe for me. Practical yet a tad whimsical. Warm but not too hot. Easily taken off and on. And besides I had a coupon honey, think of all the money I saved.

Behold the fleece lined Birkenstock. The Arizona Happy lamb. No I do not get anything for this post other than sharing my ugly feet and cute shoes.

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