The Clog is Not Dead

I was a bit down on myself yesterday what with the official start of fall marking itself across trees city-wide. You're right it's still relatively hot out, but I'm a practical thinker so I think practical things and while I like Navajo on my body, I love cats on my feet. Let me explain:

You see, Miu Miu clogs are silk on top, bleached wood on bottom. I can't wear that shit into fall, my toes might get cold. But I've grown attached to the cat print, I even gave the little critters their own names, like Trojan and Yaz, (this is a birth control reference, do you get it? I'm worried about my joke's execution.) It's been difficult to shelf the clogz especially with the recurring thought, will I be able to wear them next spring? Is the clog dead? IS THE CLOG DEAD?

Short note: I'm dog person in real life though, so if ever you intend to buy me livestock, Puppies and ponies please--whether from the farm or Alexander Wang's fall collection.

I digress.

I speculate Bergdorf Goodman heard the inner-conundrum and thus opted to send wild-life inspired milk maid wear down from Sweden heaven:

Holy abstinence! Leopard print Prada clogs, for fall!
To answer the question you may quest: should my toes find the refuge they seek but have my heel whine like a little bitch because its frozen, I'll do what any repeller would do AND PUT SOCKS ON. Or line the heel with shearling.

And then confetti flew out of my ass for a week. (Illustration by Amelia)


And so, as it turns out, the clog is not dead.
Good for my feet, bad for my vajeen.

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