I’ve got huge ass feet.
We’re talking, a solid 9 and occasional 9.5 if the manufacturer is an asshole.
Now when it comes to fancy time out or in or wherever, heels = glamazon and inevitable ankle spraining.
These seem like they’ll be perfectly wonderful for holiday parties. Or a Tuesday.
You can buy them for you or me or your sister or someone like, I dunno, me by clicking HERE.