A Keen Howser Review Courtesy of The Sister

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As I have mentioned previously, my twin sister and I are what some might consider opposites.  Other than our personalities, one of our major differences is our body temperatures.  Allow me to elaborate...

I am one of those people that would fall into the warm category.  Just the other morning, my boy found me outside scraping three inches of snow off the windshield of the car wearing my cotton pajama pants, a tank top, a lightweight cotton hoodie and a pair of flip flops.  It was 22 degrees and, believe it or not, I wasn't the least bit chilly.  

I rarely wear a coat, always keep the house on the chilly side and despise being too hot.

My sister, on the other hand, is cold blooded.  She is always chilly and desperately hates being cold.  In fact, I used to jokingly call her "The Amphibian" when we were growing up.  The irony that her home is perched in the Colorado Rockies, 8900+ feet above sea level is not lost on me. 

As I was checking my email the other day, I found this message from the frozen lady herself...

Oh, Keen House Slipper,

How do I love thee?
Let me count the ways...

All other slippers on the planet are inferior in every way.  

Let's talk about the slide.  You know, the slipper that loosens and stretches as you walk and eventually becomes a clunking log under your foot.  It slips right off your foot if you run too fast and if you're not careful, your toes will become deformed from trying to grip tightly enough to prevent it from falling off.

Then there's the fluffy slippers.  You know the ones.  They make your feet sweat in between a mass of what feels like a cheap stuffed animal.

Not the Keen Howser.  It's light.  It's cozy, but not too cozy.  It's warm, but not too warm.  Best of all, they actually stay on your feet.  It's a slipper fit for Goldie Locks... It's just right.  

I'm so glad Santa knew how much I wanted them.

There you have it.  If anyone out there in internet land is suffering from a case of icy toes, go grab yourself a pair of Keen Howsers.  Mountain dwelling amphibians love them.


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*** The opinions expressed are my own.  The fine folks at Keen have no clue I exist. My sister purchased the shoes with her own hard-earned cash and I have not been compensated in any way for my review.