I have a dress that was my grandma's back in the day. It is an empire waist, has long flowing sleeves, goes down to the ground, and has lace around the collar, cuffs, and the bottom. Oh! and it's completely patchwork. It looks like a quilted dress. The way that I feel about crocks is the way that Steven feels about this dress times 10.
|This is not the exact dress but it is pretty darn close. It's pretty bad...|
Now Steven was so embarrassed that he locked the car and made me stand outside of the car for far too long before finally letting me in.
And dressed in his crocks and me in my dress we headed to the mall. I don't think that he found my dress as funny as I did but since that day I have not seen him wear his crocks in public. I guess I got my point across.