Well, my sainted clogs. I made it to Blog08 on 24 October and wore my big, wooden, Netherlandish clogs from 8.45am until 4pm. That’s 7 hrs 15 mins. (Yes, I was counting) Not bad going for a clog virgin, if I say so myself. It wasn’t the easiest of stupid things I’ve ever done. Would I do it again? Nup. No way, no how, never.
I digress. This is the pair of clogs I chose from Gerrit Habermehl’s website:
Milk, anyone? MOOOOO.
And this is what they looked like on Dutch soil (well, Dutch paving to be precise, but you get the gist). They were HUGE. I felt a bit like a smurf.
Here I am at the conference. I had to ask the receptionists to take a photo of me. From their faces, they obviously thought I was weird. I have to admit, they were not alone.
Strangely enough, the angle makes me look kinda bovine and the clogs look kinda teeny. Trust me, they weren’t teeny. They were huge and conspicuous and made a lot of noise as I got around the conference. As for the stairs, well, all I can say is under NO circumstances should you attempt to go up or down stairs in clogs like these.



