Wednesday, March 17, 2010

if you can't beat 'em, walk a mile in their shoes, which are actually quite comfortable

In spite of the fact that I spend my days unwashed and wearing what basically amounts to pajamas, there have been certain lines I wouldn't cross. For example, if I'm going to an event that takes place at night and has a ticket price of $15 or more, I will not wear any fleece (unlike most Vermonters, who will show up decked out in their best fleece vests). And I've always resisted clogs, because with the exception of winter boots, shoes are not meant to be comfortable or practical, they should to be pretty and crippling. But then I tried on my sister's clogs. I tried on my sister's clogs, tried to hide from her the fact that I was wearing them, and got angry when she asked for them back. And the next day I spent the gift certificate I'd planned to use to buy some foxy new boots on what are basically slippers I can wear to work. Up next: fleece pants at a dinner party.

9 comments:

  1. are those socks or tights? i love them...whatever they are!

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  2. I knew you would fall for them after wearing mine. I'm glad you are finally a Vermonter again!

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  3. MLC - I am guessing those are socks. Our blog mistress is a smart wool knee sock fiend!!

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  4. Let me know how these go over time. I think they are great for standing still, but walking in them means tripping and falling from a great height. Perhaps it's my southern upbringing.....

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  5. EBiddie, as a girl who spends most of her time on the ground due to tripping and falling, I can endorse said clogs. I actually fall down in these LESS than I do while wearing flip flops or sneakers. The heel is pretty wide adding stability.

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  6. I have to agree with EBiddie on this one. If anyone saw me in the month of February with a walking cast it was due to said clogs. Well, clogs + cold weather + uneven pavement + 2 bottles of wine. But still.

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  7. I went on a road trip for three days and have returned to find that this blog has been hijacked by Pippi Longstocking.

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  8. This is what happens when you go away without telling me. Socks, cl*gs...where'd you go?

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