When my husband bought some Five Finger Shoes at Christmas, I rolled my eyes, thinking they are the Crocs of 2012, and promising I would never wear them.
Fast forward six months, and we are approaching a week in the mountains (Montreat) and a little boy who is dying to play in the creek and go rock hopping. What's a
cool mom to do? If you've ever gone rock hopping, you know you'll break your neck in flip flops. Normal tennis shoes bogged down with creek water are just gross. Tevas were de rigueur when I was growing up, but I can't bring myself to don the strappy velcro.
So here is your photographic evidence. Orange and pink five finger shoes. On me. Only my family and the crawfish will see them.
I do have to admit they are quite comfortable- maybe the hippies are on to something.
Watch out, Asheville. These might be my gateway drug. What's next, a Subaru?