First these are wicked adorable...and second I think they feel lovely. The warning: They run 1 full size large. lol I was walking right out of the 8. Luckily I can go to the St. Louis Galleria location and exchange them for a 7.
Lookin forward to rotating these into my winter outfits.
And the Navy Malindi is wicked awesome. I am also glad I got another black and brown, for when the others die. I can't remember how they looked when I bought them but the new ones are nice and shiny and look darker. I know my friend J's looked darker than mine. I might just swap out for the new ones already.
Showing posts with label crocs. Show all posts
Showing posts with label crocs. Show all posts
Saturday, July 31, 2010
Thursday, July 29, 2010
Another cute outfit.
Perhaps I should make this a more regular feature, what with all the cute stuff I just piled into my closet.
Yesterdays was cute, but not exactly exciting. Not that any of my outfits really are...
Anyway...this is my first time wearing this top. Dig it.
Ann Taylor Trouser Jeans
Crocs Malindi in Brown (probably shouldve gone black or even navy here...)
and the adorable top, "Filtre" brand, still available at Nordstrom:
Yesterdays was cute, but not exactly exciting. Not that any of my outfits really are...
Anyway...this is my first time wearing this top. Dig it.
Ann Taylor Trouser Jeans
Crocs Malindi in Brown (probably shouldve gone black or even navy here...)
and the adorable top, "Filtre" brand, still available at Nordstrom:
Thursday, May 13, 2010
My fashionable friends will totally disown me. And rightfully so.
...because I am wearing Crocs. Daily. And they rock.
To be fair, these are not your kid's, grandma's, nurse's crocs. These are actually remotely attractive. And aside from the foot-sweat thing, pretty darn comfortable.
I will start this by saying that every shoe tears up my feet, with the exception of Reef "Sandy" flip flops, and now apparently these little foam shoes. Mid-April found me starting a new position outside of my field, which required me to actually dress up. Well, this is like black-tie for me, and probably business casual for the rest of the planet. But considering that I could have gone to the Agency in my underwear and no one would probably have noticed, and as far as I am concerned, who needs pants? (Siblings, you shut it!) So as I was going through my closet which literally contained nothing work appropriate for a real office, I was "forced" to go on a bit of a spree. I say that like it was torture. Well in terms of trying on clothes in "regular sized" clothing stores, it kind of was. I have a pretty annoying body to fit, besides just being chubby that is. Normal shirts, even XL, don't fit properly in the chest, so I often have to buy plus-size shirts and have the sides taken in. My weight goes up and down like the tide, so that almost forces me to keep a set of clothes for each low tide and high tide.
To be fair, these are not your kid's, grandma's, nurse's crocs. These are actually remotely attractive. And aside from the foot-sweat thing, pretty darn comfortable.
I will start this by saying that every shoe tears up my feet, with the exception of Reef "Sandy" flip flops, and now apparently these little foam shoes. Mid-April found me starting a new position outside of my field, which required me to actually dress up. Well, this is like black-tie for me, and probably business casual for the rest of the planet. But considering that I could have gone to the Agency in my underwear and no one would probably have noticed, and as far as I am concerned, who needs pants? (Siblings, you shut it!) So as I was going through my closet which literally contained nothing work appropriate for a real office, I was "forced" to go on a bit of a spree. I say that like it was torture. Well in terms of trying on clothes in "regular sized" clothing stores, it kind of was. I have a pretty annoying body to fit, besides just being chubby that is. Normal shirts, even XL, don't fit properly in the chest, so I often have to buy plus-size shirts and have the sides taken in. My weight goes up and down like the tide, so that almost forces me to keep a set of clothes for each low tide and high tide.
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