marabeth came home the other day with a confession. she had bought her first pair of crocs.
what is the world coming to? first the turbulent economy and disastrous hurricanes. and now this. really? is it too much to ask for a peaceful, non eventful weekend full of picnics and posies?
what is a posy/posie anyway? and who cares enough to look it up?
the feeling i have about crocs is pretty much hostility with a dash of repulsion.
i know they are just shoes. and i know they are “super comfortable”. and yes, i’ve even heard you can eat them for sustenance if you are stuck in the dessert with no food. but i was still in the ‘vehemently opposed to crocs and probably won’t be changing my mind any time soon’ camp.
until i tried on her pair.
it was like stepping into a cloud of marshmallow magic. little invisible trampolines put a bounce in every step i took. so light! so easy to slip on and off! suddenly i felt like dancing to ABBA.
sudden realization: i didn’t want to take them off.
just so we are clear: i still loathe the original crocs. the only exception being those on toddler feet, and then it doesn’t matter because little feet look cute always. preferably shoe and sockless actually.
the pair marabeth bought are the ‘malindi‘ version. they pretend to be a ballet flat. and they don’t knock you on the head with their blatant disregard for style. under jeans you barely notice them. i call them convert crocs. because, let’s be honest here, now i want a pair.
in order to reclaim some dignity i can attest that i EXTRA hate the shoes below. the merging between original croc and heel. whoever thought up this marriage should be locked away. with the person that designed the cellophane wrapping on CDs. they would probably get along.