he article "Why Do We Breakup Shop?" on Racked.com begins...
A few months ago, I found myself in love, or serious like, or at least a kind of real infatuation, with a pair of clogs.
“Clogs?” you may ask. “Who can love clogs?” But let me explain. These were not Mario Batali Crocs-in-the-kitchen-type clogs, or even your cool-great-aunt-who-is-a-midwife clogs. These were the hippest clogs that a person who’s ever shopped for clogs can aspire to. From the brand No. 6, they’ve got a chunky wooden heel and a luxe suede upper in a color the company referred to as “mocha.”
And it continues delightfully from there.
Just be sure to ignore the photo they posted to accompany Jen Doll's article. The style she's writing about is more likely to resemble the one pictured below.
I particularly loved this anecdote:
After the kind of split “that has you crying into the manes of dogs that aren’t yours,” Jacqueline Raposo stopped by a random yard sale in the Hamptons, where she stumbled upon “this long white, red, and black cross-checked dress. I tried it on, and it was like it had been made for my body. I put it on and I had moxie again. I felt taller and regal. As I went to pay the, like, measly $70 bucks for this treasure, this rosy-gold fake square-cut diamond costume ring was by the checkout, and I bought that, too, to have something sparkly on my hand. I didn't take that ring off for years. Every single time I wear that dress to this day, I feel unique and of substance and a bit timeless.”
Well, that just sums up how I feel when I'm empowered with some of my favorite wood-soled shoes and the outfits I pair with them!