Okay… going, going, gone… I’m sure the Crocs fad is dead. And this is how I know it:
I have purchased these fake purple crocs at Claire’s Boutique for $2.50 on the clearance rack.
Now I have to admit, the first time I noticed Crocs was on the feet of college girls with those ridiculous cotton knit culottes. The lemmings who are all the same height, the same weight, have the same bleached and straightened blonde hair, the same fake tan and the same culottes and crocs. So instantly I disliked them.
Then I realized a 50 year old coworker of mine had like 15 different colors. She said “yah, they’re dorky but they feel so good!” She wore them all Spring and Summer. I secretly was developing this love/hate relationship.
On one hand, they were so quirky and wierd I liked them. But on the other hand, they were worn by too many people so I disliked them. I went on for about two years ignoring them.
My little five year old neice got them and then several plug-ins that would decorate them. Oh.. I thought, this has gone too far.
Then I needed a pair of rubber sandals or something I could wear into the shower and pool area of the gym. I purchased a pair of knock-offs at Target for $5. Of course, they were red. Because have you noticed the bizarre collections of red things at Target sometimes?
Anyway, they were my dirty little secret. But I became emotionally attached to them because somehow they comforted me. I guess it was because I bought them with my daughter, who I see very little of because she’s away at college. I guess it was because they are big and clunky and make me feel like a little girl trying on grown up shoes.
At any rate, a few weeks later, I spotted these purple ones on the Claire’s clearance rack, and had to think a few times before deciding to part with my three dollars. But eventually I brought them home and then Iris started suspecting maybe I was collecting them. So I must stop with these two pair.
But, I’m putting in my opinion. What’s wrong with them? How are they any different from gardening clogs? I wouldn’t wear them anywhere I wouldn’t wear gardening clogs. Which isn’t saying much for me. But que sera sera. There. My dirty little secret exposed. I secretly enjoy my two pairs of knock-off crocs that together cost me less then ten bucks. They are smiley.