Actually, I needed to wear clogs. All the older girls (and some guys) wore them, and looked quite stylish in my juvenile opinion. I thought I too surely would look cool if only I had a pair of my own, and thus begged my mum to buy them. She finally agreed, after weeks of saying: "No! You'll fall!"
When I finally got my beloved brown clogs from Sears, I could barely move in them. I tried walking to school with them on, and that dear friends, was bloody painful. My cousin even had a nightmare that I drowned in them and was in near tears when she saw me wearing them at school. The pain, the humiliation, everyone's fears for my life...all prompted quick action.
As soon as I got home that day, I placed them aside and never wore them again.
|Source: http://superseventies.tumblr.com (Sears ad, 1970)|
The experience was much like my leg warmer phase (fiasco) of the mid-eighties. The rainbow coloured ones my mum bought me from Woolco (oh how I miss you Woolco) never could stay up. They kept falling down to my ankles. That was also another miserable day at school. I chucked them once I got home.