Eight years ago, I saved up $100.00 worth of birthday money and bought some dark brown Dansko Clogs at Nordstroms, a ritzier sort of establishment where smooth talking employees wait on you hand and foot, asking questions like, "Would you like to see those in a different color?" Even then it seemed like an exorbitant amount of cash to lay down for a pair of shoes, but I'll tell you what...they proved themselves to be virtually indestructible. I had been thinking that this fall I might actually have to retire my faithful old workhorses as they have finally become too shabby to wear out of the house much. Imagine my delight, then, at spotting these burgundy sweethearts looking all new and perfect on a shelf in our neighborhood resale shop - in my exact size- and costing...wait, are you ready for this?:
It was a magical moment for this die hard of a scavenger, re-igniting my passionately held conviction that good things come to those who wait expectantly and patiently in the haphazardly arranged aisles of a thrift store.