Every Clog Has Its Day

Shoe sightings during the holidays

Just a quick post to tide us all over.  

My family has a tradition of opening one present on Christmas Eve. So my daughter not surprisingly dived for the closest thing to a shoe box underneath the tree and dug out the Rock Tie oxfords from Jeffrey Campbell that I was splitting the cost of with her. She naturally had to try 'em on that night, first with her brother for support...

 

 

...and then unassisted.

 

 

Then Christmas morning, on they went again so that her brother could take some shots of them with his camera using his new tripod.

 

 

Meantime, you'd have been hard pressed to find me during the holidays without my No. 6 thigh high clog boots on.

 

While regular reader Melissa Krebs was excited to show off a vintage pair of Michael Kors clog sandals a friend gave for Christmas.

 

 

And then she dazzled my friend Renée and I at dinner with her stunning combination of the Anat clogs from All Saints and a gorgeous pair of knit leg warmers. Can you tell she was a dancer once upon a time?

 

 

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This just in: my daughter discovered that although those Space sandals from Minimarket may not fit me at all, they work on her feet just fine. And here's proof. I guess she's getting two pairs of shoes for Christmas this year.

 

 

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[On my feet as I blog:  I felt my No. 6 clog boots needed a rest. After wearing them for three days straight, I thought the shearling lining could use some time off. So I returned to my other OMG! pair, the Nadine clog bootie from Koolaburra.]

 

I'm away...

...taking a blog break enjoying my new No. 6 thigh high boots. I've said it before. I'll say it again. OMG!!!

(Thank you again, honeybee! Best. Christmas. Present. EVAH!)

 

 

 

 

A Visit from Santa Clogs!

Wishing you and everyone else in the Every Clog Has Its Day family a warm and satisfying holiday season. May you be surrounded by people you love...while wearing shoes that make it worth putting up with the ones you're not so crazy about.

 

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Wooden shoes ornament

A sweet gift from a co-worker this holiday season. She saw it at Cost Plus World Market and said she couldn't help but think of me. Some people spend their lives trying to blend in with the crowd. I think there are loads of benefits to letting people know what you're about.

By the way, my son took the photo. Trust me, if he were available, he'd be doing all the photography for this blog.

 

 

 

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No. 6 thigh high clog boots

Yay! It's Christmas at last! I can wear 'em now! 

Brace yourself. I feel a straight month of "OMG!" coming on.

 

 

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"Silent Night" with Bob the Clogvert

Last May we met my close friend and former co-worker, Bob Kessler aka Bob the Clogvert. (His feet are pictured somewhere below with his greyhound Joe).  

 

When he's not anchoring radio newscasts here in Chicago or using his camera to capture stunning cityscapes or playing harmonica with his band The Black Willoughbys, you just might find him working behind the scenes on the website and Facebook pages for legendary Chicago jazz musician, Ramsey Lewis. Once again this Christmas, Ramsey posted a series of short video carols for his fans. And Bob got to sit in on one of them. Good on ya, Robert! (And I know it's probably a reach, but I like to think his choice of footwear had a lot to do with how sweetly he played.)

 

 

You can read more about (and listen to) this well-shod musician on his website, bobkesslerharmonica.com.

 

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[On my feet as I blog:  Really? You have to ask?]

 

 

 

Christmas Eve...

...and you know what that means.

 

 

 

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In other news, my holiday To Do list is happily dwindling. At the time of this writing it's down from 11 to only 6. And two of those should be checked off by the time this post hits the 'net and another two or three should be taken care of by the time you read it...unless you live in Europe like London Lady and Johanna and start your day with a visit to the land of ECHID. (By the way, Merry Christmas and prettig kerstfeest respectively, you guys!) I remember one grueling December 24th years ago when I got up at 3:30 in the morning because I had to be at work extremely early that day and ended up running errands, taking care of chores, wrapping packages, and in general getting last minute details taken care of before going to bed at 3:30 the next morning. I'm happy to report this year has been nothing like that. And even though I still have to mix the dough for our family's traditional spritz cookies, bake a custard pie (a favorite of my kids), and prepare the Christmas Eve paella, I can relax (a little) knowing that all the presents are wrapped and under the tree. And yes, one of those boxes contains a pair of wood soled shoes. How could it be a happy holiday without?

 

In other news, that Space sandal from Minimarket that I blogged about earlier this week may have found a new home. My daughter tried them on and fell in love. Still, there are issues. The wood sole fit her perfectly she tells me (I wasn't there when she tried 'em on), but the leather straps over the instep were too loose and the ankle wrapping strap fit snugly with the buckle on the front of her leg and not on the side where it should have ended up. 

 

 

The apple never falls far from the tree as they say. She's eager to take the shoes to the cobbler to get the necessary modifications made...just as I've always done when confronted with a style that only needed a little tweak to be perfect on my own feet. If she hadn't been up all night with friends, I'd have gotten her in front of a camera to model them for us. Well, if I can't wear this one, at least I can enjoy them vicariously through her. Oh, dear. I so did not want to be one of those parents!

But that's okay. I have my own personal happiness to surrender to once Christmas Day arrives and I can finally indulge myself in an orgy of shearling and wood sole goodness courtesy of No 6. Those thigh-high boots my honeybee is giving me for Christmas will at last be mine to wear. And wear them I will. Happily, that special person will be here to enjoy them along with me. (And don't let it get around, but I've got a shoe surprise waiting here that should reflect the delight right back. Mum's the word!)

 

Is it Christmas yet?

 

 

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[On my feet as I blog:  once again, from the shelves of BC Footwear, it's...no, not the Storytimes...I thought I'd give them a break. Ladies and gentlemen, would you please put your hands together for the clog booties that got me through last winter. Give it up for the Outerspace!!!]