Bossy always kind of thought Naturalizer Shoes were strictly therapeutic and really ugly. But you know what? They are. Consider this, a Naturalizer Sampler:
How do they manage to manufacture shoes that have the unmistakable consistency of boiled ham?
I guess in the same way they manage to turn an otherwise cute sneaker trend into an ambulatory cast.
Or how about these, which Bossy hasn’t seen worn since 1976 when her Grandmother hobbled from the lobby of her Jewish apartment building to the cabana of the corresponding community pool.
As for these, Pharoah Hatshepsut called and she needs her shoes back.