Today, I bring you another guest post. This one from Erica of Mommy’s Fabulous (and one of my bloggy BFFs). We’re talking about crocs today, a form of footwear my toddler wasn’t going to wear either. But guess what she’s been sporting all week? Yep. Crocs.
Against my God-given fashion sense, and completely of my own free will, I bought my toddler hot pink Crocs. The plastic shoes you see every kid wearing at the beach and the pool. The same Crocs I swore my child would never wear. Those Crocs. These Crocs.
Sure they look innocent enough, but these Crocs may very well be the gateway to other drugs… Sweatpants tucked into Uggs…Obnoxious highlights that look so streaky they could never be mistaken for real hair…. tanning salons.
You see, I would never wear Crocs. You can tell me how “comfortable” they are and how “easy” they are to slip off and on, and how they are “perfect” for the summer all you want, but what I see? Sweatboxes. Sweatboxes of sweaty feet, stinky toes and dirty toenails.
And, to be completely frank, I am just not sure why adults are wearing Crocs. What would Stacey and Clinton say about Crocs?
So why did I buy them? Why did I break down and pay the twenty-something dollars for a pair of plastic sweatboxes?
Blame Tina from Life Without Pink. Because while shopping at the Crocs store for her son, she casually mentioned this: I love these shoes because he can put them on himself!
Style or no style, my baby’s putting on these suckers herself. And you know what? She loves them. LOVES.
Isn’t that a croc?