By Jackson 
I’ll be honest—when I first slipped my feet into a pair of hole-filled rubber clogs, I didn’t think I was making a fashion statement. I just wanted to take out the trash in comfort. But that five-minute walk turned into a full week of style exploration. Because something clicked: what if these humble shoes could actually look… elevated?
Monday: The Accidental Trendsetter
It started by accident. I was late for coffee and threw on an oversized blazer over my hoodie, slipped into the clogs because they were by the door, and ran out. I was halfway through my latte when someone complimented my “urban minimalist look.” I blinked. Really? These clogs? But then I looked at my reflection—something about the contrast of polished tailoring and those quirky shoes worked. It didn’t look lazy; it looked intentional.
Tuesday: Soft & Serene
Inspired by yesterday’s surprise success, I leaned into softness. Think flowing layers, a long skirt brushing against my calves, and the clogs peeking out underneath. I felt like I was floating through the day. The chunky, almost cartoonish shape of the shoes gave the outfit a grounded twist—like a fashion exclamation point. It made everything feel… playful, but poised.
Wednesday: Street Edge
This day was all about attitude. I paired them with cargo pants and a cropped jacket, added some metallic accessories, and tied my hair up in a sleek bun. Walking down the street, I caught someone looking—then looking again. Was it confusion? Curiosity? Maybe both. But I felt like I was pushing a boundary in the best way.
Thursday: The Office Dare
Okay, technically my office is just my desk and a plant. But I still try to dress like someone could schedule a surprise Zoom call. I layered a clean, monochrome outfit and slipped on the clogs again. This time, I added structured pieces—nothing too stiff, but just enough to say “yes, I meant to wear these.” It worked. I felt sharp but comfortable, like I’d cracked some kind of secret code.
Friday: Dreamy Contrast
The week ended with a touch of romance—lace, pastels, and light textures. The clogs? Still there. Somehow, their chunkiness made the delicate fabrics stand out more. It wasn’t what you’d expect, but that’s what made it cool. Like I wasn’t trying to be fashionable; I was just being me.
I used to think style was about having the right pieces. Now I think it’s about wearing the wrong ones, right. Those little rubber shoes? They made me rethink what “elevated” even means. Because sometimes, fashion isn’t about fitting in—it’s about making people look twice.
And maybe smiling the second time.