Everyone is talking clogs, everyone is getting clogs, everyone is Twitterin' clogs, clogclogcloggggzzz!
For the record, I never STOPPED loving a clog. I have clogs. I wear clogs. I want NEW CLOGS.
I WANT THESE, I NEED THESE. GIVE THEM TO ME!
I have no money for shoes right now, my closet is overflowing and all my friends are buying Swedish Hasbeens at an alarming rate.
In my dream clog reality (and all this workin ain't fer nothin, ONE OF THESE will be mine quite soon, mark my words..), I would have all of the above.
Hasbeen boots, Celine wedges, Chanel anklebreakers, Jeffrey Campbell red devils, Zara hippie wedge, No. 6 shiny T-straps...Fucking DELIGHTFUL, right?
I have been thinking on this for way too long; I think it will be a pair from No. 6. In maroon patent leather. I already went to the store with Lesley (who has Swedish Hasbeens from Sweden, which seems specialer than regs ones) and tried on every single pair they have; I love that you can design your own...you could really spend all day there (I did).
Please let the record reflect that I still hold out hope for some sort of Celine miracle. Throw a penny in a fountain fer me, k?