January 5, 2009 - It’s the first Monday after a flurry of holiday hullabaloo.
It’s the day that schedules get jump-started, belts are tightened, and has maybe a bit more resolve.
What I did not count on with this Monday after what felt like eons of free time (the kids had a record 12 days off!) was a gloom that hung over all of us. Just a little slower in my step. More elbows to navigate on the subway. Hung head a little lower with the trudging to work over the ice, salt, and crunchy snow.
However, I found a remedy to this funk.........And they’re magical:
(Tessa clogs @ Pod)
I never really subscribed to the clog fad….not unless they are of either the patent or metallic persuasion.
And I think I may have dabbled in cloggery in the ‘80s, a time when we were all flirting with some Kansan version of Boho/hippy chickness at KU. Actually, I think clogs hit their heyday in the ‘80s with the unkempt-super-prep style. When I first met Scott he had (well, still does) a sacred pair of clogs that he loves to reminisce about. "Oh, my clogs." "Boy, those clogs....." "Mmmm! and the clogs!"
And now with my magical pair of golden clogs I’ve lifted my head and spirit, and joined the legions of