Ten inches of snow and single digits temperatures are usually no big deal for a Chicago native like myself. This morning, I put these heavy duty snow boots on to get goods for a breakfast sandwich for my hardworking E (all in the name of love, people). But I barely made it to the deli before frostbite start to set in. It took me 10 minutes in front of the heater to warm up again! I seriously want to move someplace where I’ll never wear these boots again, trading them in for flip-flops for the rest of my life. I would like Havaianas to be for me what Crocs are to Mario Batali.

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