Wore clogs with socks today, and wasn’t even properly embarrassed when the tattoo artist examining my ankle snickered. I mean, the man had a shard of metal through his nose and he was laughing that I had socks on with my clogs. Granted, in some circles, a shank through your nose is considered cool, and in no circles are socks with clogs considered thus. Not even in Germany. But shit, I’m too old for blisters.
Of course, it’s entirely possible he wasn’t laughing at my footwear so much as the noise I made when I attempted to get my foot up on the counter to show him my ankle.
Or maybe it was the way my too-tight pants (which I wore out of principle to remind myself that at one time they fit me and that if I make myself uncomfortable enough I might eat less) essentially spring-loaded my leg to flick back down, once I slid my foot off the counter.
Or maybe it was the way I had to grab the counter to steady myself, when the effort from putting my foot up that high left me just a little lightheaded.
Perhaps when you reach the time in your life when you wear socks with clogs, it means you should stay out of tattoo parlors.
October 14, 2008 at 5:40 pm
Okay maybe it’s Over 40 Denial, but I do believe that of all the Frumpy Comfort Shoes, clogs are among the less heinous of the offenders. Maybe it’s my 70’s early childhood association of cool hippie teenagers in clogs – and bellbottoms! We were little kids, and (according to my very conservative mother) too little to wear such clunky dangerous footwear, or Kork-Ease platforms either. So perhaps it’s self-preservation, but I choose to think of clogs as quasi-Euro-retro 70s comfortable shoes. Wearing them has nothing to do with my aching feet standing all day while teaching! Now CROCS, there’s some footwear that should be banned if you’re over the age of 10.
I’ll start worrying when I tell myself that it’s really okay to buy clothes at Chico’s, the land of elastic waistbands. 🙂