Nov 26, 2011 13:11
Pretty much everything I own (except my running shoes) has either been beaten into an ungainly pulp, giving me no support whatsoever, or causes me horrible blisters after any use that requires actual walking.
There are few things on earth I hate more than shopping for shoes. Hence my love love the Crocs. Maybe I'll stop by the Croc kiosk at the Westfield Centre when the immediate Post-Thanksgiving mayhem dies down.
The other option is to hit a Payless and love for a 8 1/2 W in some innocuous brown and black flats.
Why can't live in a time and place where barefoot is both comfortable and fashionable.
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