Sue and I went out yesterday, leaving the kids behind for a day unencumbered by tiny people. We didn't do that much, just walked around Dupont, went shoe shopping, got a hot donut at Krispy Kreme, and had a mediocre Indian dinner. But it was incredibly nice. So, so, amazingly, incredibly nice.
Anyway, I learned something interesting about myself: I love patent leather with an depth of feeling that is a little embarrassing.
Are patent leather clogs as ridiculous as I think they are, and why does this make me drool?
Monday, October 09, 2006
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Dude. Those shoes rock. I have, currently, a brown patent purse. I adore it. I also have two pairs of the shoes you've posted, but mine are just plain black, and plain brown respectively.
Plain brown and black makes sense, though! They're clogs, they're not supposed to be patent leather. It's like they want to be hot boots, but instead they're clogs, the hot boot's practical, sweet cousin who could be your designated driver and back-up date for the prom.
At any rate, I'm getting over my unfair preconceived notions and totally digging them.
*snort* I think I just fell in love! I'm sort of digging them too....butdon'ttellanyone.
Word. I think these shoes are ultimately a statement about who I am at my core. "My name is Kelly, and I'm a patent leather clog."
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