I’m not like a lot of women. I am a girl who acknowledges the importance of comfort and practicality. I don’t totter around on high heels. I slip my feet in and out of clogs instead.
I started wearing clogs during my last semester at city college - during the period of time I started dating the man who would become my husband. At the time, I found some soft black clogs at Payless Shoes. They were black, and squishy, and instantly comfortable. And, in the odd way life works, my now-husband was working for a family friend who sold authentic Swedish clogs. The hard ones with wooden bottoms. The ones you could only wear for a short time each day until you broke them in.
Now I wear clogs that are somewhere in between. Clogs with a cushioned sole that come in patent leather blue or black embroidered with flowers. Except for the one pair of lace-up tennis shoes that I keep for reserve purposes, open-backed shoes are my shoe of choice. I wear them with skirts and slacks, and the only time I really run into some trouble is during rainy days.
Limiting myself to clogs, does limit my shoe choices, especially since I wear a size ten. But they’re comfy, and when so much of life isn’t comfortable, I do my best to make sure that my shoes and clothes are.
I found out that clogs were originally “workers shoes” made popular in many countries throughout Europe. And I know that presently clogs are especially popular with chefs and physicians.
Clogs or not, by the end of the day, my feet are tired. But at least with my clogs on, my feet have gotten little breaks, little moments of freedom when I slip my feet out of my clogs, stretch, and tuck them back inside and gear up for the next part of my day. My own worker’s shoe.