I had taken a moral stand against Crocs, those fake plasticy rubbery shoe thingies that everyone in the world seemed to be wearing.
They're ugly, cheap-looking (in spite of the large price tag), and ugly enough to use the word a second time.
Generally, I don't buy trendy clothes. I inherit some every once in a while, but I have no style of my own. Instead of feeling cheap and out-of-touch with culture, sometimes it's just easier to make fun of culture and trends and act like you're above it all. So no Crocs for me, thank you.
Then I got my own pair of Crocs for my birthday in March.
And I haven't taken them off since.
When I went to Mexico and California this summer, all I took were my Crocs and my steel-toed workboots for the construction site. (Oh. I also took clothes, for those of you who read things very literally.)
Camping? Crocs for sure.
Yardwork, mowing, pool-maintenance, sleeping on the couch? Crocs.
At the office? I've worn the Crocs there too.
Well, one day last week I'd slipped the Crocs on to take the dog out in the morning and then forgot to take them off because they are so comfortable. I had some explaining to do for each person who asked why I was wearing these blue plastic shoes with my tan dress pants and brown socks.
Sure, I could've driven home and changed shoes, but these things are like walking on foamy bits of heaven, so I suffered through a day's worth of comments on my clothing coordination shortcomings.
I feel so silly for having shunned these shoes for so long. Perhaps I should also give in and consider trying those new-fangled portable phone things or one of those countertop ovens that cook using microwave technology or what-not.
Sunday, July 13, 2008
Posted by Scott at 3:39 PM