Announcing a brand new direction!

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!

 

 

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[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.]

 

 

 

 

Comments

[Melissa Krebs]

Holy crow, Lindsey, I was so startled by your news, I fell off my clogs and broke my promise!

[Tea]

• Ha ha ha! Great April 1 post.
• I am envious of how fastidiously clean your bathtub is. Mine is shockingly horrific.
• Those Melissas look good on Melissa. The lighting in that photo is divine, too.
• Yes, I want to know more about the kid's book (obviously).
• The worst part of this April Fool's post is that you taunt us with telling us that you got some new shoes, but that you're not going to talk about them online, which, in a way, is a broken promise already because you did talk about them by explicitly not talking about them. :(

[Lindsey Cochran]

Tea: Ooo! A logic problem! I LOVE logic problems!

Okay, I promise to devote some time to that children's book. It is outrageous and superb. You need to know about it. And pick up one of the used ones for sale on Amazon.com since it's out of print.

As for the tub, well, that's the one in my second bathroom. The one my kids use when they're home from college. But it hasn't gotten much use since the last cleaning so I look like the ideal housekeeper. Which I most assuredly am not. To be totally honest, I also had a wad of hair I pulled out of my own bathroom tub, but since the porcelain looked rather unappealing, I couldn't bring myself to use that image.

[Tea]

Whew! That makes me feel better. You're human after all, ha ha. Though, to be honest, my second bathroom looks pretty awful, too, though that's because the cats use it.

[Johanna]

Do tell us about the book. And Jesus, that's a LOT of hair to pull up from the bath tub drain!

[Lindsey Cochran]

Johanna: I don't want to gross anyone out, but in the house where my ex- still lives, we had a standalone stand up shower with a huge drain. And every year or so I'd open it up and pull a plug of hair and goo out of it the size of a rat, I kid you not. The stuff that stops up drains is revolting. But the sensation of getting that blockage removed is transcendental. It seems to symbolize my own hope to get past some of the things that have stopped up my life over the years!

[Johanna]

In that case, it's worth it! Here's to more clogs!