Behold my latest obsession: Clogs. Before you judge, consider this: When I was little, we teased my clog-wearing uncle relentlessly—Wearing your frankies, I see! This particular uncle happened to push six-foot-five, so "frankies" referred to Frankenstein, of course. (Kids are cruel... if not a little bit clever!) And then there's my first-ever date with sasbeau (worthy of a blog post all its own). My only hesitation? I wasn't quite sure how to process the fact that he sported clogs.
He seemed particularly tall when I met him at the seaside park for a winter picnic (swoon), but it wasn't until we were cozied by the fire at his place that I noticed his... wooden footwear. I figured it was some sort of Oregonian thing—I'd certainly never witnessed a California surfer sporting the official shoe of Denmark. I secretly teased him about it, and eventually openly teased him about it, until one day I tried them on. Comfy? Cozy? Cute? They lend at least an inch or two? Wait... could I possibly? Yes. Yes, I need clogs. A couple of weeks ago I finally marched over to The Walking Company to make my purchase. When the store clerk asked if I qualified for the "nurse discount" I cringed... and slid my credit card across the counter. And holy Norwegian heritage, I can barely pry these babies off before bed! I wear them with skirts, dresses, rolled up skinny jeans, and even coupled with my yoga cozies. Sometimes—now brace yourself—sasbeau and I even wear our matching clogs. In public. Internet, I think I'm in love.
Hooray for clogs!!!
Posted by: Hobbs | Sep 14, 2010 at 08:35 AM
Danskos?!? I wear them EVERY SINGLE DAY! And my feet would fall off if I didn't. David is not allowed to wear his in the house...cause if I'm barefoot (5'2" barely) and with danskos he is 6'7".. That is TOO tall! So I yell, "No Danskos in the House!"
Posted by: Lisa Kinney | Sep 18, 2010 at 03:34 PM