I have to admit to a sudden compulsion I am feeling to buy myself a pair of clogs. This actually makes me quite nervous as I had sworn off clogs many years ago. When I was 16 I wore a pair of vintage clogs. One night I was on my way to a poetry reading at the La Bohéme coffee house in my hometown of Victoria B.C. I only say this because it makes for a funny story, I mean now you know what kind of teenager I was. Anyways, I stumbled and fell and broke my foot - it was the wooden clog! I had to wear a nasty cast for 2 months and I'll never forget it. And now here they are, sneaky little wooden shoes, creeping back into my life.
