I remember my first spotting. A neighbourhood chicita making her merry way down my street. Nothing out of the ordinary...until I noticed her shoes. Garish neon pink, holes on the top, kinda cloggy, completely hideous. I chalked it up to a one-off fashion crime, never dreaming that what I saw was one of zillions.....
Crocs. They're here, they're HIDEOUS, get used to it.
And then a funny thing happened. Amid all the hoopla, I did. Get used to 'em, that is. And then an even funnier thing happened. Funny-strange, not funny-haha. I became a little intrigued.
The thing is, I am and always have been a clog girl. My faves were my old brown ultrasuede ones with the raffia band over the top. Fabulous. I had black suede ones too. Showed dust something awful. And of course who can forget the true classic: treetorn clogs. Come on people, you know the ones: navy or white leather...A sleepover camp staple if there ever was one. Until they were banned. 'Cuz all the girlies (and some boys) were tripping over their feet and spraining their ankles. But still, dragging your heels, clip-clopping along in your clogs...nothing beat it.
Until now. The clog, in the form of the almighty croc, is back. And, tho' I hate to admit it, I've kinda jumped on the bandwagon...
WAIT!!! It's not like I'm wearing them - puh-lease. They're revolting. But at least now I get it. Sorta. You see last week family friends came to visit us at the cottage. I hadn't seen them in years. And there they all were: Mama Croc, Papa Croc and two little Baby Crocs. The only one NOT in the damn shoes was the baby. And he might've been had they come in smaller sizes. After many furtive glances at the family's feet I had to ask: Why? They rsvp'd with the usual litany of praise - they're so light, so comfy, so cheap.
So what? They're ugly!
But then I watched the ease with which Mama Croc got her babes to put their shoes on. Saw the pleasure Papa Croc got from whipping 'em off to jump on the trampoline. My man thought maybe he'd like a pair and I realized:there really was no escape.They're here to stay.
And if you can't beat 'em, join 'em.
After hitting the streets to track down a couple of pairs - one for the Boy, one for the Man, I realized not only were they hot - they were sold out. Everywhere. DEVASTATION! And now I'm desperate. And have hit the world wibe web to track down any non-beige ones. No, no, not for me. Why would I subject my size 9's to such fashion agony? It's not winter. For me, the quick-fix-all-purpose-summer-shoes have been around forever. They're called flip flops.
But I reasure myself that I mst be the perfect wife and mother. Not only letting my boys be seen in such fashion fiascos. But encouraging it.
Hey, it's not like I'll ever be caught dead in a pair. Not yet anyway....