dearest readers,
never in all my born days of rambling have i ever rambled more than once in a day...
i can tell you that there have been times when i have wished to rush to your sides and ramble sweet nothings all day long but i have stopped myself, held back, knowing you have your own little world to get on with and 'once is enough' coming from me.
but today i must break my 'once is enough' rule for i have been overcome with clog lust.
overcome i tell you.
yes i have 'googled'
(yes! ha! i 'googled' and not 'binged', because i'm a rebel within my shed)
i have googled
"handcrafted Swedish clogs"
and i found
the new love of my life
(please please let the linky gods be with me on this one)
i have sat mesmerized by Sven's changing pretty photo at the top.
i have fallen in love with the pretties on show.
i have scrolled down and read the blurb, albeit rather hastily due to my 'quickening heart',
and even with my failing eyesight,
(knowing bi-focal hell is beckoning me once again)
i do believe i have found handcrafted clogs.
i have ignored the scary prices, choosing to put that little bit of the screen in my 'floater' area of my vision.
i'm delighted to have at last found a 'positive' for those pesky black dots that float around and sometimes jump out at me when i'm least expecting them.
but i digress and we must not digress for we are looking at handcrafted clogs.
we must not faint at the cost of such attire for one's feet, after all we know they will last forever and ever...
well we can faint but then we must get right back up upon our little stools and take another looky at clog heaven.
so dearest readers i am without a doubt,
quite postively sure,
you are way, way too busy doing busy important stuff of your own to take a little looky at
or perhaps
knowing they come in
and as if that wasn't enough
to get your clog juices craving
then i'm thinking this
will...
how tres fabby it would be to wander about the place in clog boots!
do you see it, do you!?
the apron wrap,
the slip peeking out
the chicken under the arm
i need to stop,
i'm overcome with it all...
for i am now becoming a clog boot luster of the worst kind,
and no one likes a clog boot luster,
or do they?
she is quite sure Sven and her 'peachy looking souls' factory must be the closest thing to clog heaven this side of the pearly gates ~ Tif