I am going to be completely honest when I say that Birkenstocks were nothing but a foreign shoe to me until my person (@Sofi) sported a pair. It wasn't long before I fell head over heels in love with the most hideous potato sack that should ever find itself confining my toes. I like to think that Birkenstocks are an addiction, and one that my great aunt hit long before I ever could. There's something about these bad boys that make me feel some sort of way, whether its channeling my inner retirement age or quite the opposite. About a month ago I was heavily confused as to why some of my favorite bloggers had approximately 10+ pairs, but right now I wouldn't have it any other way.
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