Sunday, September 27, 2009

Clogged Up


                             

I can't remember the last time I wore clogs. Well yes I do. I had just graduated college and I put them on when I was in my "I must go to every museum to get cultured" stage in my life. I wore them with blue L.E.I jeans and an ill-fitted leather jacket from Joyce Leslie. So when I saw Lilly wearing these updated version, I got so jealous. "Where were my clogs?" I thought. "Did I throw them out, did my mother throw them out?" Well, upon further investigation, my black clogs were still intact in my mothers basement. But they weren't as cute as Lilly's. Lilly's has a buckle, and are army green, and are kinda like ankle booties. I want Lilly's clogs.

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About Me

Addiction is never a good thing, but sometimes it's just what you need in order to make you happy. In my case, my shoe addiction has consumed every aspect of my life. I wonder about shoes constantly, conjure up styles that don't even exist, go crazy over anything from bougie heels to lowbrow knockoffs, drool over any stylish concoctions, and fawn over my ludicrous collection, which you will see through my weird photoshoot. (I will also showcase some heels on other peoples feet.) I am secretly an Imelda Marcos hater who does not like cheese.

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