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I love clogs.

I used to hate clogs... but that was when my very Swedish mother forced me to wear them with dresses, while painting, while gardening, while shopping, while baking, basically if my mother could have legally glued the shoes to my feet i think she would have.

There is a painting in my parents livingroom that i hated all of my life. it didnt match anything else in the house, it was GIANT and blue and then it had this lime green square that seemed to scream at me every single time i looked at it. i told her once that i was going to paint over it. she agreed (because for some reason she thinks i am a fabulous painter)... i never did though. she always told me "one day you will like that painting" and now that time has come. the reason i bring this up is because of the clogs. i dislike, then i love.

Chanel started the trend this year with incredible studded clogs with an ass kicking heel that just demands that i own them. The Music to my Clogs is going to be "Get Lucky" by Dragonette. my reason - just because.

An intro and my reasoning

So the other day I started a blog entitled "there is no fat in fashion" and I was going to delve into my struggle to squeeze my butt into designer denim made for long legged beauties with “derriere’s” rather then “trunks”. You see, I love clothes, I love fashion, and I LOVE risks. But unfortunately I don’t love my thighs, or my arms, or my waist. That being said… I thought, what better way to motivate myself to lunge and thrust my way into a smaller sized dress then to record my daily runs and boot camp classes.

I could NOT get motivated… trust me, I am at the gym every single day… but writing about it!? That is a totally different story. I love to write, but I tend to write when I am passionate, and I am not quite passionate enough about my lack of or abundance of fat to sit here and go on in lengths about it.

So then I thought again…. And it came to me. I LOVE music, I eat breathe and sleep fashion and music. So why not write about that!?

And then it hit me… the music industry, and fashion industry is tied together in so many ways. It could be a muse, or a feeling, an experience, that strikes both musicians and designers the same way to create their art and push the boundaries.

So now that I have decided what to write about… I am going to go about it differently each time until I find a more common theme to link my stories together.

Like an organic hippy experience… and similar to how I would imagine the first carrot cake was created. Ladies and gentlemen…. Let me be your carrot cake.