ddly, this grab bag topic has become one of my favorites to post. I love getting pics from friends and fellow fanatics that I can share with you without having to wrestle the content into a coherent theme or surrender too much time to doing research. And I love that I have readers and well-wishers alike who take the time to send me images and trivia to blog about. I guess posts like this one remind me of life...which itself is an unruly mishmash of happenstance, coincidence, and fate somehow loosely related to a theme. It's a challenge to pull it all together and make something of it. But what other choice is there?
So it's another day. What cards have I been dealt? Let's take a look.
Pedro Garcia clog pumps
Just got an e-mail from Leah over at BigFootStrikesAgain. She spotted the Erika clog pump from Pedro Garcia on the company's Facebook page. I first showcased the style on ECHID back in August, but I found the photo...and the shoes...appealing enough to share with you here. I really love how the size is actually engraved in the rubber sole pad. Clever!
Rockport clog boot sighting
A good friend and fellow footwear fanatic by the name of Minax used to live in Chicago, and ever since she relocated to San Francisco for the better business opportunities, I've missed comparing shoe lusts with her. Fortunately, she still gives me a glimpse into what's keeping her feet on the ground. Take these Tardy booties from Jeffrey Campbell, for example.
Or this Jeffrey Campbell saddle shoe/Nightwalk mash up that caught her eye on eBay.
Knowing what a passionate clog fan I am, Minax keeps her eyes peeled for me and her iPhone handy. And happily, she caught sight of the Meja clog boot from Rockport in the wild. I love them in green. Partly because it's such an unexpected shade. And partly because it's the color I turned when I saw the image. I was won over to Rockport clog boots with their Katja style back in February. (I think a drop in price had something to do with it.) Once I tried them on and discovered how well they fit me, I suddenly remembered the Meja clog boot that had come out the year before. And which I neglected to take for a test drive. So when I finally realized that the Meja might have fit and that I'd love a pair in green, they were all well and truly gone. Seeing this picture from Minax gave me a pang. You've probably felt it, too. The recognition of the shoe that got away.
Give me a moment to collect myself.
Calleen Cordero Spring/Summer 2013
It always feels odd to be contemplating what I'll yearning for next summer when I haven't fully broken out my winter sweaters yet, but here I go. Take a look at the wooden wonders this California designer has recently dreamt up. Coming soon to CalleenCordero.com.
Leatherwork and wisdom
I made the trek to downtown Chicago to visit what I think is the best shoe repair shop in the city. Years ago these folks had worked wonders with a number of my prized footwear possessions. Occasionally I had found a great fitting boot that wanted to wear to work with leggings, but the top of the shaft was clearly fashioned for fuller calves than mine. So rather than flop around in a body-conscious style that was fitting like a seven-league boot, I took those spacious pairs to this singular shop to be taken in. And that's exactly what they did. I put on the boots. The cobbler marked up the leather to be taken in. Then they split the seam of the boot up the back, made the adjustments, and put them back together looking as good as new. You can understand why I'm thrilled with their work. And in my many visits in years past, I struck up a genial relationship with the owner. He came to appreciate my eclectic style and welcomed me warmly every time I visited.
Flash forward to Monday when I drove to the Loop, put my car in a garage, and made my way to their current location. Plans were made to repair and revise the two pairs of boots I brought in, but before I left, the owner arrived and we spent some time getting reacquainted. It was great catching up considering that I hadn't been in in about six or seven years. Maybe longer. It was as though no time had elapsed at all, but clearer the two of us had had our share of knocks in the days that had passed since we last spoke. I loved catching up, but what I took away in particular was his assessment of life in his later years. He spoke of turning 60 and finally reaching the point where he didn't care what other people think. Listing off some of his learning experiences, he summed up the philosophy that was making him happiest today: f**k anxiety, f**k depression, and f**k guilt.
Brilliant! I'm sure that approach would definitely solve a few problems for me, too!
I'd love to introduce you to this exceptional shoe repair shop if you ever find yourself in need in the Chicago area, but considering the owner's colorful way of expressing himself, I didn't want to turn what was a private conversation into a very public one without permission. But if you contact me via the About page, I'll gladly steer you in their direction.
[On my feet as I blog: those glorious Savanna shearling lined boots from UGG Australia. I do believe I walk a little taller with them on my feet, taller than the 4" heel alone can account for.]