Clogs and Other 70s Fashion Faux Pas

I don’t know if I mentioned this, but while at Woodbury Commons last weekend I bought a pair of clogs. I’m loathe to admit that, considering I grew up in the 70s when clogs were cool, as were such fashion don’ts as velour shirts, cowl-necked sweaters, and white jeans. Ah, those were the days.

Anyway, I now associate clogs with – well, not the Dutch. To me clogs mean I should be putting flowers in my hair – held in place by a barette with dangling ribbons, singing folks songs, espousing the benefits of birkenstocks, and eating granola. That’s so not me.

For a brief time in my junior year of high school that could have been me. I went through my hippie phase – but only the music, the books, the philosophy. I didn’t wear the clothes, that’s for sure. In fact, it’s quite possible that at the same time I was obsessed with the music Jimi Hendrix, Joan Baez, or reading The Doors of Perception or The Electric Kool-Aid Acid Test, it’s quite possible that I was still dressing like a preppie – you know, topsiders, izod, yadda yadda yadda.

Now my style is much more a mish-mash. I don’t shop at places like The Gap or Old Navy (mainly cuz I can’t fit in their clothes). I get my clothes primarily from catalogs (I hate going to malls and dealing with people). But this past weekend, I decided to get the clogs mainly because I know in the next few months my feet are gonna swell, and I refuse to stretch out the shoes I currently wear. My sister once borrowed my Doc Martens (for two years) and when she gave them back they were uncomfortable to wear for the rest of their days (may they RIP). I bought another pair a couple years ago and didn’t loan them out to anyone. I learned my lesson.

Where was I? Oh yeah, ruminating at first on the 70s fashions. Hey – remember those shirts that were made of linen/cotton and they looked like the sleeves were made out of dinner napkins resting on your shoulders? You know the ones I’m talking about. Did they ever come back? Cuz I’m all over those if they did. They were kewl… ; )

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3 comments

  1. First, I apologize for the Doc’s, but they saved my feet in culinary school. And inspired me to buy my own pair, which saved my feet when I was working at the mall.

    Second, being a Birkenstock wearer, I’m a little peeved to think I have that little bit of hippie in me. I’m so anti-hippie (the establishment rocks! I’m a republican, remember? 😉 ), I just think that Birks are the most comfortable shoe out there today.

    Third, as a clog wearer for many years (Eddie Bauer, cork soled, the less-clown-shoe-Birkenstock-ripoff sort of clog), I’m offended that you think they’re not cool. Are you saying I’m not cool? 😉

    Fourth, I believe it’s called the handkerchief shirt and there was also a skirt with a similar look.

    I think that’s it…

  2. Besides, someone with your culinary skills simply deserves a nice pair of kitchen clogs. Clogs rule, and they are so much better than blogs anyway.

  3. I hate to be the one to give you ALL the bad news BUT chances are after little cootie is here your feet will remain 1/2 a shoe size larger than they were and NONE of your shoes will ever fit right again…just this weekend my favorite pair of sandals gave me blisters because they are too small now…sorry Jane just enjoy your shoes now while you can even the damn clogs won’t fit after April!!!

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