I refused to wear crocs for the longest time, because they are truly hideous. But then, one day, I cut my head open trying to learn to surf, and while walking down the costa rican shore to reach the car that would take us to the doctor, my sandal broke.
desperate times call for desperate measures. my parents bought me crocs. i tried to resist, but there was really no time, as i needed stitches pretty badly.
and getting a pair was half the battle…
when you wear them, it sorta feels like you’re walking on clouds. they are good for any terrain, be it on the beach, in water, on mountains, in the house…
...the other half of the battle now, is trying to convince myself not to wear them in public too often.
i have definitely been converted.