At least they aren’t Crocs. A Love Letter
A lot of you have been telling me lately that my blogs posts have been making you cry. I ran some fancy shmany analysis on my blog comments (not really, I just kinda looked em over) and found out that more than half of your comments contain the words (cry, sob, and/or tears).
To be fair, I cry a lot when I write them.
But today is going to be different.
There are some things that just divide people. Things we feel so strongly about we take strong stands. Like breastfeeding or Politics. Religion.
If you have read this blog, know me online or in real life, you know that I believe we all have things to learn from those with whom we disagree.
Until now.
I’m done. I am getting off the fence and taking a stand, for something I love very very much.
My Uggs.
Seriously.
If I hear one more person tell me their husband/boyfriend/life partner will leave them for wearing them…
If I need to defend the magnificence of my feet wrapped in what feels like (and may actually be) baby bunnies to you…
If I need to explain how awesometastic it is that these black leggings I’m wearing with them look like they are a size 4…
If I need to tell someone one more time that it “feels like I’m wearing slippers out of the house”….
I may start wearing them on my arms too.
Love,
Alison
crying yet?
Lil addition: some of my awesome twitter friends sent me this link for men who are looking for Uggs of their own. I enjoy that he is on the beach


