t first glance, you may wonder, "What the heck is Lindsey thinking? I'm not sure that's going to work at all!" But bear with me a moment and hear me out. Every Clog Has Its Day has been around for coming up on three years now. That's three straight years of blogging about our favorite subject almost non-stop. I endeavor to be thorough. I try to be accurate. I pride myself in the passion I display. But on the cusp of nearly three years of hard work, it has come to my attention that I haven't fully lived up to my blog's name. You see, I expressly proclaim that every clog has its day. And the assumption you may rightly make from that statement is that I have set out to cover the universe of clogs in all its dimensions. No, Crocs do not count. But if a thing that exists can in any way lay claim to being a clog, I have come to realize that it must necessarily be given its due on these e-pages. Like it or not, I have set myself up to be something of an expert or at least a spokesperson on behalf of all things clog related. And with that in mind, I feel the need to address a grievous oversight. If I'm going to promise to cover every clog, then I darn sure better follow through. This blog is not named Some Clogs Have Their Day. My motto is not "All the clogs that are fit to post." I put myself out here on the internet to deliver the most thorough exploration and celebration of clogs that I could manage. And from this day forward, I want you all as my witnesses to hold me to my vow to truly unearth and reveal all that there is to be learned about every...single...clog I can find.
And so in keeping with this profound commitment, allow me to present to you one of the most memorable clogs I've encountered in the past year. Never let it be said that this blog has not given every clog its day!
What? Did you think you were going to see some wooden shoes on the 1st day of April? Surely you know me by now!
[On my feet as I blog: what's more, I've been sworn to secrecy! A new pair of shoes arrived this week, and the sender won't let me talk about them online. Even though I wore them all day! So you'll have to be content with what was on regular reader Melissa's feet instead. I posted about the Bed|Stü style named the Melissa this past Wednesday. Melissa apparently ordered a pair the moment she them. And it's clear why she did. They are abso-frickin'-lutely gorgeous!
Also, at her feet is a insanely great kids book called The Happy Hocky Family. I was telling Melissa on her recent visit how my kids loved when I read it to them so she picked up a copy of her own to enjoy. Why would an adult want to read a kids' book? This is not just any kids' book! It is totally irreverent and brilliantly laugh out loud funny. Ask me about it if you want me to tell you more, and I'll give you a sample in future post.]