I don’t want to worry anyone, but there are Crocs outside my front door.
They’ve been there for two days and I think they were juuuust a little bit closer today than they were yesterday. Am I being stalked by plastic clogs? Did they not take kindly to my little April Fool’s ruse? ARE THEY CALLING FROM INSIDE THE HOUSE?!
I suspect they belong to my new neighbors who have views about decorating that involve some sort of Toltec owl ashtry, a Feng Shui mirror, a “howdy y’all” door plaque with I-swear-to-God little carved wooden cowboy boots dangling from it and a plastic lawn chair, all of this in front of a small door.
Why couldn’t they leave these outside my door? Now THESE are a fitting “tribute” indeed. On Sunday the fashion world lost one of the last of the old guard, Yves Saint Laurent. Before founding his own house, he was the boy genius designer for Dior and if you wear trapeze dresses or pants for social occasions, you have Mr. Saint Laurent to thank.