…and I have a problem.
The Crocs flagship store is located in Boulder. It’s the largest Crocs store in the world. I’m still in Colorado.
This is what happened.
We live in Southern California. My kids are 2.5 and just-turned 4. They wear Crocs from April until November, and many times in between when San Diego weather is often in the 70′s during the “winter months.”
Do you guys have any idea how long it took me to get them all of the Crocs they needed in all of the colors and correct sizes last year?!?! I had to order online multiple times (many after clicking “notify me when this item becomes available”) and how many trips to our weak local Crocs store I had to make?
This time, I walked in, grabbed a bag, and bought every single color I wanted in their size, which was only about three pairs of shy of every single color they make in kids’ sizes. That easy! (And the Jibbitz. I picked up a few of those, to.) The really handy thing about my kids is that their feet are the same size. And many Crocs colors are unisex.
I love Crocs for my kids. They can put them on all by themselves. That lone makes them fabulous. I can put them in the dishwasher or washing machine and they become magically clean. And they match everything.
I would also like you to take note of my generosity. I’m not big on character clothes or shoes. And by “not big on,” I mean I never buy them. But I took one for the team and bought them each a pair of Scooby Doo Crocs because they are obsessed with Scooby Doo right now.
All of that being said, and acknowledging that I still wear Uggs about ten years after they stopped being cool, you will not see me in a pair of Crocs. I love them for my kids – love them. But not so much for me.