“There’s a CROC STORE!” I exclaimed with glee to the puzzled look of my shopping cohort on our outlet adventure.  They are the weirdest shoe but it never fails to thrill me when I slip my foot into one and feel the bounce.  After squeezing my puppies into some gawd-awful heels today I’m secretly wishing I’d picked up the weird dress shoe version.  Sure I’d get some weird looks, but what’s new eh? 

 

I used to have so many shoes, beautiful, even sparkly shoes.  The shoe virus that has laid dormant in my body is coming to life.  I want to buy shoes every time I have the chance.  Shoes I’ll never have a place to wear.  I’m going to do it in a shopping rebellion.