New Shoes

These are my Crocs. They aren't shaped like wooden shoes and they don't feature the little medallion with the smiling crocodile, but I don't think I'm fooling anybody with my rubber shoes. So why did I buy Crocs when the universal consensus seems to be that they are not cool? Because I have freaky feet, folks. They weren't all that normal before the pregnancy but now they are really whack. The left foot is taller than the right, and the right foot is wider than the left, they are both larger than they were two years ago, and my arches have disappeared.

When I go to the store to try on shoes I end up just wanting to cry. Nothing I try fits BOTH feet. In the winter I can get away with sneakers and slip on shoes, but in the summer in the desert you want something lighter, and so far it has been Reef and Adidas flip flops. Comfy but not girly. So in a fit of inspiration/stupidity/frustration I ordered these off of Amazon during my recovery.

Here is the verdict: Very comfy, and very forgiving. I can wear them both simultaneously and not feel like one of them, or one of my feet, is defective. This alone is worth the dork factor. But there is the small issue of the fact that rubber does not breath. If your feet have sweat glands and you are wearing rubber shoes you may experience foot fart when walking. However, if you live in the desert this will be minimized by the fact that sweat dries here at a delightful rate. Also, and this is bizarre, the gold ones are not as clingy and sweat inducing as the white ones. So, in summary, if shoe shopping gives you anxiety attacks, try Croc slingbacks, they may make your life a little easier.