Guapo's vacation came to an end today. He's off to some meetings and then on to Mexico. The kids and I have about another week. It was sad to see him go, so we really needed a really fun activity.
Shoe shopping is always a happy event, so that's just what we did.
Although I am a Colorado native, I have resisted the Croc fad like the plague. Why you ask? Because they scare me. Why you ask? They scare me because they are so ugly and all I hear about them is how comfortable they are. As I put comfort above all else (I once lived in grey sweats from Old Navy for two years. Oh how Guapo hated those sweats!), my fear is that if I were to own these hideous shoes, they are all that I would wear.
I have also resisted because they cost $30.00 and they are made of plastic. Did you know if you purchase them to big, you can actually cook them down to size? Right in the comfort of your very own kitchen. I have done it in the oven, but *they* say you can even do it in your microwave! I just didn't feel comfortable putting plastic in the microwave and pressing start.
Santa brought Margarita (8 yrs old) a pair of pink Crocs for Christmas last year and darn if she hasn't worn them practically every day since then and they are still living. Ever since her declaration of hating the color pink several months ago (but still being willing to wear the pink ones), she has been angling for blue Crocs.
So, with Guapo out of the picture, I was once again free to shop. Here's what went down:
That's right. I am the proud owner of some very ugly, very comfortable Crocs. Notice that I bought them in tan so that I can wear them with EVERYTHING.
Sorry Fashionista SIL, I know this is hard for you to see.