By Jackson 
I didn’t expect them to keep up with me.
When I first bought those holey clogs, I figured they’d be for quick errands—nothing more. Just something to leave by the door for lazy mornings and grocery runs. But last week, life had other plans. Without meaning to, I ended up wearing them nearly everywhere: to the office, out on a spontaneous day trip, and even during a weekend by the water.
And somehow… they didn’t just survive. They thrived.
Monday: The Daily Commute
Morning rush hour, coffee in one hand, tote bag in the other. I almost reached for my usual work shoes, but something about that soft, spongy pair by the door called to me. I hesitated—could I really wear these to the office?
I paired them with wide-leg trousers, a tucked-in shirt, and a neutral-toned coat. The whole look balanced itself out. On the train, no one gave my feet a second glance. And during my lunch break, a co-worker leaned over and said, “Okay wait, how are you making those work?”
Little did they know—my feet were winning the day.
Thursday: Out of Town, Out of Plan
I love spontaneous trips. What I don’t love? Packing for them.
We decided, last minute, to drive to a nearby town for the day—old bookstores, iced tea on a patio, wandering cobbled streets without a real itinerary. I threw on a flowy dress and those same shoes, hoping for the best.
Best decision ever.
I climbed steps, crossed uneven pavement, even stood in a long line for handmade ice cream—and my feet didn’t complain once. The shoes didn’t just match the laid-back energy of the day, they became part of it.
Sunday: Water, Sand, and Everything In Between
The weekend called for sunshine and saltwater, and we answered. We headed to a lake with kayaks, towels, snacks, and an attitude of full-on relaxation. I wore a swimsuit under my clothes, sunglasses perched on my head, and—you guessed it—those holey clogs on my feet.
They went in the sand, splashed in the shallows, dried off fast, and still looked decent enough for the lakeside café afterward. No slipping, no soggy socks, no fuss. Just easy, breezy summer living.
By the end of the week, I realized something surprising.
These weren’t just shoes. They were chameleons—adapting to every version of my life, from nine-to-five to nowhere-in-particular. They didn’t ask for attention, but they earned it. Quietly. Comfortably.
So now, when people ask me if holey clogs are worth the hype, I just say this:
Take them everywhere once—and let them prove it to you.