[Cue the Hallelujah Chorus for full dramatic effect].
After much discussion, apprehension, and procrastination, (click here, here, & here for details) I finally have my clogs!!!! I’ve been going on about getting these for over a year now and I’ve finally found a pair that look stylish, are comfee and don’t look like boats on my size 12 feet. I’ve never owned a pair before and these might just be the most comfortable shoes I’ve ever owned.
Now that I have them, I’ve taken a terrible disliking to all-things-footwear (other than my clogs) that reside in my closet. While showering or shaving in the morning, I find myself contemplating the possibility of wearing clogs with a business suit or to court. It always ends the same – with me wearing my Johnston & Murphys to work, grumbling about the lunacy of having to wear a suit at all.
Previously, on non-court / non-client days I’d rejoice at being able to dress down or better yet, wear jeans to work. Now, every time I see an appointment free day on my calendar, I immediately hear the word “CLOGS!” followed by 20 seconds of the Hallelujah Chorus. Ok. So the novelty hasn’t worn off yet. It’s just how I am. All I can say is that buying these clogs and now wearing them every chance I get has been doing a wonderful job satiating that part of my brain previously preoccupied with drugs. So sue me! Or better yet, go put on a pair right now and see if you don’t feel the rush . . .