A Shoe Full of Stories: My Obsession with Decorating Holey Clogs
It started with one. A tiny rubber strawberry—bright red, slightly wobbly, and just ridiculous enough...
Walk Light, Walk Right – Choose Clog!
It started with one. A tiny rubber strawberry—bright red, slightly wobbly, and just ridiculous enough...
I never expected my grandmother to be the one to convince me. She shuffled into...
It started as a harmless little experiment. I was standing in the middle of my...
I thought I liked my holey shoes just the way they were. Soft, simple, practical....
It started with giggles. My daughter had just learned how to say “matchy-matchy,” and she...