Clog blog.

 Clogs; Funkis, socks; H&M

Alright. I’m lazy. There you have it. As if you needed clarification considering my absence of almost a month. I disgust myself, really. Too lazy for blogging. Too lazy for today’s French class (although the promise of revising the subjonctif was indeed tempting). And, as I confessed in my first post, too lazy for high heels.
 

That is, until these pretty much perfect Funkis clogs came my way. It seems to me now that no outfit is complete without the addition of these grayscale dinosaurs, the added bonus being that their clumpy brand of cool makes the stumpy legs on top look positively Alexa-esque. They are a sure joy to walk in, too- I’ve been avoiding the bus for days just to see the perplexed faces of unsavvy bystanders, and savour the slack-jawed envy of many a clog loving Sydney girl as I clomp by.
 

In the general habit of overdressing for entirely mundane occasions, I popped on my babies for a family function with some magical H&M socks. Aunties, cousins many times removed and assorted spouses let me know that I had committed the cardinal sartorial sin of socks and sandals. Mum let me know in no unclear terms that she had spent many years working this most characteristic British tourist trait out of my Welsh stepfather, and she didn't enjoy her firstborn succumbing to it. I told them all they "just didn't get fashion". Mum told me to "get over myself". Probably wise.

My favourite reaction to what are clearly the most incredible shoes in the world, however, came from my dear father. I spent many a school holiday up North,with nothing to do but watch dodgy regional TV, replete with equally dodgy regional advertising. As soon as I told Dad about the Funkis clogs, he burst into a rousing rendition of the jingle for a questionable local tourist attraction- The Clog Barn. All together now!

 

Come to the Clog Barn for a good time

See a piece of Holland Down Under!
With our Dutch coffee house,
Bring your family along
For the best fun in Coffs Harbour!
The Clog Barn!!

 

Props to Rebecca for the genius title. The only thing I like more than my clogs... is you!