My friend, G., recently got her first pair of high heels. At age 38. Can’t help but wonder how she’s doing with them.
I’ve been in the working world a long time, heels and all. But in recent years, my work life — at home half the time — allowed me to wear flats, flipflops or sneakers a lot.
Maybe it’s that, or maybe it’s aging, but my feet seem to now be rectangular. Honestly.
Heels and regular shoes are unbearable.
But crocs? The most comfortable shoes around. And I don’t even have a real pair. I bought a fake pair on the cheap two years ago and have barely taken them off around the house. They’re heavenly comfy.
Oh, I know they’re unattractive. Unfeminine. That they’ve inspired a whole I hate Crocs movement. But fact is, they’re even more comfortable than tennis shoes, at least for me.
My friend, J., in Colorado, texted me a few months ago that a store in her town was having a big Crocs clearance and could she get some for me. That was without even knowing I like them. She says they’re great to wear around her ranch.
I said yes, of course. She’s finally shipping two pair out today. Including a fleece-lined pair that will be wonderful for this northern California winter. I haven’t even asked the colors. Just can’t wait to get them.
And don’t worry. I’ll forego the little Crocs charms pictured. I like my Crocs au naturel.
Sure, I’d like to be able to wear four-inch heels. I love the way they look. And I’ll still wear heels to go out, and grin and bear it.
But they kill.
Love me some Crocs.