Here it is…I have a pair of Crocs – well, technically, I have a pair of Holeys - but whatever, potato, patahto.
Anyone who knows me, knows that these types of shoes are a personal affront to my every shoe-fiber. They are nothing like the shoe I love. See some options here: (Oh – I’m a 7.5) I love a stiletto. I love a 4 INCH stiletto. I love a patent, peep-toe, 4 INCH stiletto…but…the thing is…I love those stupid ugly-ass shoes. I keep them by the door for when I walk the dog or clean the garage or wash the car (the pavement’s hot! You can’t do it barefoot!). I wish they were more visually pleasing. I wish my pretty shoes felt like my Holeys. I wish I could have a pair in every color and actually get away with wearing them in public without getting stopped by the Fashion Police.
When I wear those shoes it’s like my toes go scampering up my body right up to my face and just kiss me right on the lips.
While I respect and admire your shoe fetish… I have to say… the only thing that goes well with Crocs, is social ostracism.
Dude! About freaking time!
HELLO!?!?! zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz….
Crocs?! And you attack *my* fashion sensibilities? I am appalled.
I’m glad I’m not the only one.
I’m a nutter about shoes. Good, beautiful shoes. But I worked at a vet clinic and well… now I own two pair of these abominations.
But they really ARE comfy, and so much easier to clean than sneakers (I had to bleach my shoes on a daily basis during parvo season). Why can’t pretty shoes feel so awesome?