Croc-attack

I’ve given in to Crocs despite The Great Manolo’s violent objections to them.

My daughter, Maia, tried on a pair at Rustan’s recently and wouldn’t take them off. She was jumping and running (they must be really comfortable) and showing them off to her grandmother and refusing to put her (old) shoes back on. And she chose the color, too – “purple”, she says decidedly when asked to choose from among baby pink, orange, yellow, green and what to me looked more like hot pink than purple. I couldn’t resist getting one for myself to match hers (I also made a mental note to purchase tandem outfits to go with them – call me weird). Hubby also managed to get himself a blue and beige Islander.

Realized (too) soon afterwards that the pink Crocs are virtually impossible to wear outside the house (and with anything except shorts). I mean, they do call attention to themselves. I did manage to wear them once one Sunday lunch with my in-laws where our matching Crocs got the expected, er, attention – how cute are they with the matching boat shoes?! ARGH (Only one brother-in-law remarked he might get pairs for himself, his wife, and his 2-year old daughter, too).

I look at the Crocs now and realize, well, the kid-sized ones are still really cute (cuter even when worn) --- but how the hell can any grown woman get away with shoes like these?!?!