It took almost a decade for me to decide I was of the clogs-wearing demographic.
Here I am, though — newest member — in just a matter of days when the box arrives.
Danskos, to a twenty-something me, were bland soccer mom-esque shoes that didn’t belong on my feet. In my mind, they wouldn’t mesh with my wardrobe outside of work, and that seemed impractical.
Over the course of my late teens and 20s, a slew of persuasions didn’t budge my stance:
- I worked in a medical office for 5 years.
- I went to cosmetology school and worked in salons for about 3 years.
- I worked in restaurants on and off for 3 years.
Most of my cohorts wore Danskos; some wore Crocs or Shoes for Crews. For almost a decade, I heard how great they were for people who walk a lot or are on their feet a lot.
It fell on deaf ears.
I preferred black or white slip-on Vans for the most part, which is funny now because these days, those would not mesh with the majority of my wardrobe.
Clogs it is. It took very little for it to happen, too:
I don’t want my legs and feet to hurt at the end of the day.
Also, I’m 30. I can excuse myself to myself.