Hot Take: Crocs Are a Must-Have Item in Your Closet.

Alright, here it is—I'm about to lose a little credibility, but I'm over it. I used to be that person—the one who swore I'd never, ever, in a million years wear Crocs. I would have rather walked barefoot on hot pavement than slip into those plastic monstrosities. But then... life happened.

Picture this: I'm in Hawaii, my husband and I on vacation, and after countless hours of scrolling through Instagram (blame the influencers), I finally caved. We were suckers for marketing, and before I knew it, we were walking into a Crocs store like a couple of basic tourists. I grabbed the sparkliest pair I could find (because, obviously), and I swore I was only doing it for the 'gram.

But then... oh man. I fell for them hard.

Here’s the dirty little secret: I love them. I really love them. Want to go snorkeling? BAM, water shoes. Going camping? BAM, easy slip-ons that you can rinse off in two seconds. Woke up at 3 AM on a backpacking trip and need to pee? Yeah, Crocs. Need shower shoes? Crocs. Need something to wear around a hotel or Airbnb (because if you're comfortable walking around barefoot in a hotel room, we might need to have a conversation... that's gross)? CROCS.

Let’s be clear, I do not wear them for fun. I do not wear them out in public unless absolutely necessary. I’m not a maniac. BUT. I wear them with socks, barefoot, on airplanes, and hell, I wore them when I was pregnant because they were the only thing that could fit on my swollen feet. Crocs are always there for me when I need them. They're the MVP of my shoe collection, and I don't even care if that makes me sound basic.

Now, let’s be real—are they cute? No. No, they’re not. They’ll never be cute, and that’s fine. They’re practical, versatile, and make my life 1,000 times easier. If that’s not worth it, I don’t know what is.

So, yeah, I’m owning it. I’m a proud Crocs convert, and I’m not afraid to admit it. They’re the shoes I never knew I needed. You may judge me now, but just wait—you’ll be wearing them too. Maybe not to brunch, but trust me, when the time comes—you’ll be thanking me.

xo,

Kate