A friend called the other day as I was chasing after Arrow on a busy city street, and the first thing she said to me was: "You're not wearing clogs, are you?" Ok, maybe it's not the smartest thing for a lady who is 6+ months pregnant to be running down the street in gold clogs, but they've been part of my uniform for years, and I'm already looking forward to buying a pair for Winter...
I remember the clogs I wore in elementary school and the time I kicked them off while playing "Mother May I" with a friend, only to have one fly through the air and hit her right in the head.... I remember the brown suede pair I had in high school, the pink (!) pair I wore in college, and the black Danskos I used to trek around NYC in when we lived there. A couple years ago I visited the "Clog Lady" during one of her visits to SF and got fitted for a pair of custom clogs, and this year I'm finally ready for a pair of clog boots. (I realize that the heels on all of these are too high for me to be wearing right now, but I'll put 'em on my wish list for after the baby is born.) Long live clogs!
Top two images from Swedish Hasbeens, bottom image from Maguba.