I broke down.
Yesterday I did something that I swore I would never do.
I went looking for something that I had resolved never to own… on principle.
But you have to understand that when women get desperate, we lower our standards.
Say for instance that I’m hungry for a salad, but I don’t have the ingredients. Once I mentally check off the food in our house, I’ll settle for a peanut butter and nutella sandwich instead.
Notice the lack of greens. See what I mean? Desperate = Lower standards.
Well… my feet hurt. I mean they huuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuurt.
They hurt before I even went to work yesterday and was looking forward to eight more hours of standing. I hesitated before getting out of bed this morning because I knew my feet would have to touch the floor. And, yes, even that hurts.
So what did I do?
I. Purchased. Crocs.
Now, I’m fairly sure that a decent number of you reading this own your own Crocs, and I certainly don’t want to come across as thinking that I’m cooler than you or better than you in any way. Not at all. No, until yesterday, I was just more stubborn than you.
But, come on, you have GOT to admit that before Crocs started coming out with different, more feminine styles, those shoes were the ugliest, most duck-like, honkin’ shoes ever to have graced our planet.
I mean, look at them!
Yes, I stand all day. No, I didn’t care HOW comfortable they were.
…untilllllllll Bennett changed everything.
Now, not only do I own a pair of Crocs (my standards are cringing right now), I own TWO pairs of Crocs!
And, yeah, I’m gonna rock them.
To my clients who are reading this right now: You’re welcome. I plan on standing for your benefit as long as I possibly can. But you might want to stop consulting me on fashion advice.
(Okay, I admit it, Crocs have gotten a smidge cuter.)