I Caved...

On Friday, I did something I swore I would never do.  I was really determined not to do it.  I have been known to expound upon the abomination that is this act.


I bought Crocs.                                                                                                                                         

I actually spent my dad's own good money on Crocs.  Crocs: the reason Mario Batali's appearance so disturbs me (that and the fact that the hem of his apron goes past the hem of his shorts).  And I now own a pair (of Crocs, not Mario Batali's shorts).  Well, kind of...

So you see, I didn't buy clog Crocs.  And is it just me, or are these actually kind of cute?  And they were only $10 (at Big Lots...you never know what you'll find at that place).  I almost put them back after the nice lady at the checkout asked, "Now, honey, do you have a place to wear these?" as if there is no appropriate place to wear Crocs flats. 

But I sucked up the embarrassment, ignored the flush I could feel coming to my cheeks, and paid for my new footwear.  Because there is a perfect place to wear the Malindi Flat Slingback.  And I will be lucky enough to work there this summer.  And get college credit for it (seriously, has there ever been a class as cool as "Fieldwork in Ethnobotany?").


Whew.  I feel like I've just been to confession.  I have to say, this was eating me up inside.  But man, do I feel better.