An addiction to Crocs

I have an addiction. Like all addictions, it snuck up on me. I never saw it coming.
I’m addicted to Crocs. You’ve seen them – those plastic shoes in a rainbow of colors. They are boxy and certainly not in the category of truly attractive, but, I can’t stop buying them. I just bought my seventh pair, and what’s really bad is I only stopped at Wild Bird’s Unlimited to buy a bag of birdseed, but the store was having a sale, and Crocs were 10 percent off. How could I not look?
I have never been brand loyal and I’m certainly not the Imelda Marcos of shoes. In the past I had two pairs of tennis shoes – one nice pair and one hiking pair—cowboy boots and dress shoes in three colors – white, black and brown.
So, how did I suddenly become obsessed with owning every type of Croc there is? They are darned comfortable, that’s why. I have never been a fashion guru, so the fact that they are somewhat boxy doesn’t bother me. I enjoy walking and I do a lot of standing at conferences and shows. I want shoes that don’t hurt if I stand up in them all day and Crocs fit that bill. I am also attracted to the bright colors and the ridges inside massage my feet all day. Not to mention you can walk right through a creek and not have to worry about your shoes.
But, seriously, seven pairs? Even I can’t believe it. From now on I may have to send someone into a store first to make sure Crocs aren’t available before I walk in.