There comes a moment in everyone’s life when two truths arrive, usually uninvited to the rave.

Your feet hurt, and vanity can be wildly overrated.

For me, it happened during a long walk and a pair of Louboutins that looked terrific and felt like an absurd punishment.

My arches rebelled and filed a formal complaint.

Enter Crocs.

My husband was the one who brought the alleged social disease into the home.

I always felt that Crocs were the equivalent of giving up and not bringing sexy back. They were only meant for nurses, chefs and people who had little interest in fashion.

After he raved and became Mr. Happy Feet I went undercover and did a deep dive.

I succumbed and bought a pair.

There was immediate clarity along with support, stability, airiness and actual comfort, an unfamiliar, but welcome sensation.

Every narrow, beautiful, completely impractical shoe I had ever owned lost credibility on the spot.

Clogs don’t just change how you walk, they change how you think. You stand longer.

There is a quiet confidence in choosing comfort on purpose.

I now own three pairs of clogs. Two that remind of The Specials and their trendy ska wardrobe which I always loved emulating and a pair that are fruit themed and pretty darn cute.

I wear them unapologetically, mostly inside. I am still girding my loins to do outside activities. After all, I still am a card carrying fashionista…one step at a time.

Realistically, authentic luxury isn’t a label.

Once you experience true comfort, there’s no going back. Your feet won’t allow it.