A friend of mine, Darice, had a celebration to mark the occasion. She poppped open a bottle of champagne. She hired a caterer to prepare a delicious array of appetizers. And she jumped for joy.
You see, she will not go anywhere with me if I'm wearing my Crocs. (The photo below is not a picture of my shoes. I have a tan pair and a black pair. I could only dream of orange ones like these.)
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Before you grab a handful of rocks and threaten to stone her for being unreasonable, I should explain that my Crocs are not new ones. I've had the two pairs for several years. And because I wear each of them 2-3 times a week, they are worn. Run down. Pathetic.
I should also add that I wear them in the creation of some hideous ensembles. For me, they are not just for the ultra-casual outfits, like jeans and a t-shirt. Oh, no. I wear them with nice slacks. I wear them with skirts to work (because they are as comfortable as slippers) and (skip this next part if you have a sensitive stomach) I wear them without any kind of stockings. Bare legs. Old lady legs. A whiter-shade-of-pale legs, with the only "color" being supplied by the stubble of leg-hair scattered along my not-really-slim calves. However, when the weather gets cold, I wear them with jeans or slacks with socks. (No, even I would not wear them with socks when sporting a skirt! Give me a credit for having a modicum of fashion sense!)
As I was walking across my classroom before the kids came in, I felt something flapping against my ankle. I looked down, and saw that one of the straps had gotten detached. (I never use the straps; they are always swung to the front, rather than the back.) In vain, I tried to reattach it. Unable to, I thought of stapling it back (that would hurt my ankle when the staple--as it was sure to do--would scratch my flesh) or using a glue gun (I doubted it would hold it permanently). I finally just cut both straps off, since I had no other pair of shoes to change into.
When I told Darice about my beloved tan Crocs, she said, "Thank goodness they're in the trash now, where they belong." Not so fast. In the trash? Why would you assume I threw them away?
After all, they're still in perfect shape for yard work or a walk in the park. I said they had breathed their last breath as work shoes. They're not completely dead...yet.
Pardon me for asking, but are those the actual Crocs in the photo? If so, you certainly have the right to wear them with anything and everything, because their color matches NOTHING! You have to be hard-core to wear out a pair of Crocs. I've got on a pair right now (bright red) that I've had for three years. I wear them only at home (my boys thank me), but every weekend and every evening. And the worse wear they've suffered is losing a bit of cushiness in the heel department.
ReplyDeleteI draw the line at socklessness. No can do. Even short trips onto the porch to fling stale bread at the chickens requires socks. Crocs are mini-saunas for my feet.
Funny. I'll have to see if you have them on when you come over for the meeting. If you wear them, I'll wear my slippers.
ReplyDeleteVal--No. The ones that were just "retired" were tan. My other ones, which have survived being chewed on by our dog (a bit of the heel and a strap--gone, which necessitated me cutting off the other strap) are black.
ReplyDeleteLynn--I guess I CANNOT wear them to our WWWP meetings, since I've opened my big piehole about them. But hey, I've over 25,000 now. Yahoo!
Um...those are some BUSs for sure. I'm sure if I posted any of mine they'd quickly join that list so no judgement here.
ReplyDeleteThe horror, the horror.
ReplyDeleteAfter all, they're still in perfect shape for yard work or a walk in the park. I said they had breathed their last breath as work shoes. They're not completely dead...yet.adidas kobe
ReplyDeleteYou would be amazed how much hot glue holds some of my "kicks" together. I prefer no socks, but winter weather freezes my tootsies.
ReplyDeleteTell Santa to bring you a new pair. Sell your NaNo for a mint and buy 365 pairs.
Perhaps we BUS wearers can collect lots of dead preciouses and piece them together into Frankenstein shoes. As a fellow BUS wearer, I say a good pair should never die.
ReplyDeleteHaha! My daughter has a pair of little booties with which she has a similar relationship. I'd love to give them the boot (ha) but she'd never forgive me. I guess life is too short to wear uncomfortable shoes.
ReplyDeleteI've had my share of BUSes, and there was one particular pair of flip flops that my former neighbor Debbi found disdainful. (She's the Darice in my story.) One day, I discovered that those flip flops were indeed ready for pasture, as one the cats had successfully puked all over them. Of course, I couldn't help but ask Debbi if she had let herself into my apartment and thrown up on my shoes. (She hated them THAT much!)
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