Wednesday, 20 May 2009


This year marks a decade since I first became attracted to the colour red. 

In 1999 I returned home to Melbourne from travelling through Asia to settle down for a while; find a job and a home. Regular life seemed so colourless compared to the cities and villages I had travelled in.

I don't remember if I sought out these clogs or if I saw them in a store window and just knew I had to have them. All I remember is that I was home from travelling through countries where red is the colour of prosperity, and I bought these shoes.

In those days I wore them wherever I went, though these days they sit by the front door – easy to slip on when I go outside to empty the compost bucket, check on the chooks or pull the flying fox rope back up for Z.


(Text)ure and (me)aning said...

and a Happy Red decade to you Ms.Meg..

You know, If I don't have a bit of red on me I feel so wrong for the whole day and I really have noticed it of late as I am going through a peacock coloured stage this season. Thank the the heavens for my red satchel that never leaves my side..

Viva la rouge!

Jasmine said...

You couldn't have picked a better colour to become yours. And go the birkis for lasting the distance with you.

Doctor Plog said...

Ten years, wow! Time flies when you're wearing red ...

Meg said...

Isn't that what they say: Red goes faster.

Fiona said...

They are gorgeous clogs indeed.

I would love to hear more about your travels, especially India. Future blog post perhaps?

Thank you.