Look, I'm calling it. The clog is back. I picked up the sweetest vintage wooden and leather pair with little brass rivets and they basically haven't left my feet for the past three weeks. Comfort and height? I can't even handle it. Added to the way I seem to be accumulating long flared jeans with a penchant for summery braided hair and it seems the 70's have come back to swallow me whole. Which, you know, excellent. So I'm aging, because five years ago I wouldn't have let a clog even look crosseyed at my foot and now I'm totally stoked on them. Get all up on my foot, clogs.