As you know, I have a hate-hate relationship with Crocs.
And my dad's prostate cancer surgeon? Bless his superman heart, but he was wearing crocs. I guess I just lose a tiny bit of respect when I see a professional person wearing them to work. (I suppose I can forgive somebody for wearing them around the garden.) But mostly, when I see dudes wearing them around town, ooh that really makes me, like, angry.
Well, why do I bring it up? Apparently October is the rainy season in Nicaragua and my hostess with the mostess Bridget recommended that I purchase rubber shoes. SO GUESS WHAT CAME IN THE MAIL TODAY? My brand new CROCS. I think they're actually kind of cute.
So, in the interest of being nice and unhypocritical, I am officially lifting my Crocs-ban. Congratulations Kay and Josette and cousin Jacqui!
Welcome to hideously practical.
I have red fur-lined Crocs for winter. What do you think of me now?
I personally think that Crocs belong in the operating room, but those are actually cute!
Welcome to the dark side. Believe me, you'll wonder why you didn't do it sooner! And just for the record, I have never worn Crocs, only the super cheap knock-offs. I don't know if that is better or worse than wearing the name brand. Love, Jacqui
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