These crocodiles have made me smile for years
IT hurts to say it, but I think it might be time. To do in my snazzy Crocs, that is. I've been sporting these bad boys for about two years. Absolutely everywhere.
And for all you Croc haters out there, you should try walking a day in my shoes.
They are stupidly comfortable. And actually quite stylish with their peep toe and sling back.
The Croccies are just so versatile. This is footwear that takes you from the beach to the bar and back to the office.
But I made a sad discovery last week. My right Croc has two holes in the sole.
Neither shoe has any tread left on it. That makes walking in the rain super hard. That and dancing at Gladstone's premier nightclub Bojangles.
"No, I've only had a few drinks - I promise! I'm only slipping over because I have no tread left on my Crocs…"
Sure, Beth, sure.
My little sister, Jemimah, will no doubt be very happy the Crocs are gone. She is one stylish young lady. She would never be seen in a pair of Crocs.
Mimee and I are both going to a fancy ball in Brisbane in May.
As soon as I scored the invite, my very worried sister made a point of reiterating just how fancy an occasion it would be.
She emailed me again the other day with a dress option. She signed off by asking what I'd be wearing on my feet.
"No snazzy Crocs at the ball, Bethy!" she warned.
Even this daggy girl knows that. I'll be rocking a nice pair of bejeweled flats - unless Crocs bring out an elegant kitten heel.