I got another compliment on my red clogs today.

When I was in third grade, I used to take ballet classes at The Joffrey Ballet Studio on Sixth Avenue and 10th Street in the West Village in New York. I wasn't very good and I had a very strict Russian instructor. One day, I was daydreaming in class because my Dad was going to pick me up and take me across the street to buy my first pair of Olaf Daughter clogs. I had decided I was going to buy the brown leather ones with the braid across. I was reprimanded sharply and I didn't care that day because I was going to get my clogs!

Thirty years later, I bought my second pair of clogs - fitted just for me in cherry red. They make far less clunk on a hardwood floor (a noise I loved to make as a kid) but I still get a couple of inches height without toddling around on high heels. Olaf Daughters is long gone from NYC, but the great people at Clog Master are terrific. I still love my clogs and I do still daydream about them. My hippie Dad owns a pair too.

http://www.clogmaster.com/

http://www.joffreyballetschool.com/