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.
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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!
You couldn't have picked a better colour to become yours. And go the birkis for lasting the distance with you.
x
Ten years, wow! Time flies when you're wearing red ...
Isn't that what they say: Red goes faster.
They are gorgeous clogs indeed.
I would love to hear more about your travels, especially India. Future blog post perhaps?
Thank you.
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