I used to hate Crocs. I thought they looked ridiculous–the design, the colors, the plastic-ness of it all–yuk. I even discouraged my determined daughters from sinking their spending money into buying a pair for themselves. “Those are going to be a fad, like jelly shoes, and by next year, they’ll be ‘out.’ I wouldn’t buy them, if I were you. But if you insist…”They bought them, and I shook my head. “Just you wait and see,” I said. I felt sorry for them, that they’d spent all that money on shoes that were likely going to be made fun of six months later. They were delighted, though, and as soon as they got into the van, their flip-flops came off and the Crocs went on.For a year those girls wore their Crocs all over town, and although I continued to think they were hideous, I did stop making faces and teasing them. And I must admit that a few times I squeezed into one of their pairs to run outside in the dewy or frosty grass to get the paper or throw the ball for the dog. “Handy,” I thought, “but ugly.”Then I started seeing adults wearing them. Grown men and women–out in public!Then I heard that doctors and nurses wore them all the time.Then my mom bought a pair for my dad! And he wears them!Well, not long ago, just before we were leaving for a camping trip, my mom gave the girls a pair of pink Crocs that she didn’t like. “They seem too pink,” she said. The girls giddily tried them on, but they were too big for them.”Let me try them,” I said. The girls looked shocked.”You?”“You hate Crocs!”I slipped my foot into one of them. “They fit,” I said. “These can be mine.”"What?” one of the girls exclaimed. “Why? You’ll never wear them.”"Oh, maybe I’ll wear them for gardening, as they were originally intended. And you can share, if you want.”Well, I wore those Crocs on the car trip to the campsite, thinking they’d be easy to slip on and off when we stopped for gas–and they were.I wore them around the campsite, to the beach, and in place of flip-flops in the shower. I wore them everywhere, even out to the beach town for a little shopping outing. I think I might have worn them to a casual restaurant. They greatly simplified the camping experience, because I didn’t have to switch from sandals to shower flip-flops to tennis shoes. I just wore Crocs. Everywhere. The girls teased me, delighted that their mom was a Croc-convert.I have concluded that Crocs are the perfect camping shoe. I guess now, with this WFMW post, I am practically a Croc-evangelist.Crocs maintain their popularity, and even I have seen the light.Now I keep them by the door for those quick, dewy morning outings to pick tomatoes from the garden or throw the ball for the dog. And next time we go beach camping, I may not bother to pack any other shoes.Kroeker Crocs work for us.And I have apologized to the girls.Please visit Rocks in My Dryer for more great ideas!
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