'Croc'quet
I finally caved in and bought a pair of Crocs. They are simply too comfortable to pass by, aside from the so called fashion statement.
I needed size eleven. It looks like I have a pair of giant turtles attached to my feet. Maybe I could walk on water? Who needs a pedalo when you have size eleven Crocs.
I previously wore Birkenstocks, which are also very comfortable. Both types mold to your feet, but difference is that Crocs have the 'Baywatch' bounce. Birki's have cork inners, derived from the same Portuguese tree bark that supply a much lesser part of the wine industry than a few years ago. I should think that it's a bum deal for the Birkenstock bark, a lifetime of someone's sweaty feet, as opposed to gently sipping a nice Bordeaux while protecting it from the elements.
My Birki's began to smell as the cork reticently absorbed my exertions. I did not want to buy another pair, and you cannot put them in the wash. A friend advised me to freeze them over night to kill the bacteria. Interesting.... so I tried it, as there was room between the frozen peas and chicken breasts. I took them out a day later and noted that the odour had diminished, but not enough. Plan B was to wet the soles in a little Bicarbonate of Soda solution for a hour, then refreeze. Much better, but still no cigar.
Crocs do not have this problem as you can simply wash them.
What about the issue of recycling Crocs? Well they stand more chance than normal shoes that are a melange of miscellaneous materials all glued together in a toxic dance.
At least Crocs are one material, and apparently you can send them back to the company for recycling.
It is now the croquet season and I have a rematch tomorrow with my brother, whose game is considerably more skilled than mine. I am sure my new footwear will put him off his stride and offer protection from his vicious roquets and indeed the sun, areas that my Birki's were lacking. I am unsure how the bounce in the sole will affect my stability of strike. I doubt I will care very much after a few cool glasses of rose.
I needed size eleven. It looks like I have a pair of giant turtles attached to my feet. Maybe I could walk on water? Who needs a pedalo when you have size eleven Crocs.
I previously wore Birkenstocks, which are also very comfortable. Both types mold to your feet, but difference is that Crocs have the 'Baywatch' bounce. Birki's have cork inners, derived from the same Portuguese tree bark that supply a much lesser part of the wine industry than a few years ago. I should think that it's a bum deal for the Birkenstock bark, a lifetime of someone's sweaty feet, as opposed to gently sipping a nice Bordeaux while protecting it from the elements.
My Birki's began to smell as the cork reticently absorbed my exertions. I did not want to buy another pair, and you cannot put them in the wash. A friend advised me to freeze them over night to kill the bacteria. Interesting.... so I tried it, as there was room between the frozen peas and chicken breasts. I took them out a day later and noted that the odour had diminished, but not enough. Plan B was to wet the soles in a little Bicarbonate of Soda solution for a hour, then refreeze. Much better, but still no cigar.
Crocs do not have this problem as you can simply wash them.
What about the issue of recycling Crocs? Well they stand more chance than normal shoes that are a melange of miscellaneous materials all glued together in a toxic dance.
At least Crocs are one material, and apparently you can send them back to the company for recycling.
It is now the croquet season and I have a rematch tomorrow with my brother, whose game is considerably more skilled than mine. I am sure my new footwear will put him off his stride and offer protection from his vicious roquets and indeed the sun, areas that my Birki's were lacking. I am unsure how the bounce in the sole will affect my stability of strike. I doubt I will care very much after a few cool glasses of rose.
posted by cluelessabout at 3:12 PM
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