Mr. Lagerfeld, you have a lot to answer for. It's not just that each time you bring out a £16 bottle of nail polish, women of all ages start queuing on the waiting list. After all, I have a lot of time for someone who can elevate my favourite colour, that ancient Chinese celadon pottery glaze dull pale turquoise, to the vaulted heights that he did, simply by calling it VAGUE and slapping a Chanel logo on it.
No: I'm talking about the lowly clog, which, by the mere slight of hand of putting them on his runway in Paris for A/W 2010, has made them more lusted after than red soled Louboutins. It's divided the blogosphere: you love them or you hate them.
On Saturday, May Day, Mr. Dot and I drove through gorgeous countryside to Oxford, where we met up with Jen and her husband, Mr. Crusader, for a pub lunch. It only took about 27 text messages, but we found each other eventually, and had much fun (he is the Perfect Man, incidentally). They had been to the early morning May Day festivities, ('happy may day!') so by the time we saw them for lunch, they'd been up for.. 8 hours. Hence her lunch of a big plate of chips, and a G&T.
Jen was sporting her new clogs that Mr. Crusader had bought from Sweden. You can read about it in her own words ('my clogs arrived') and don't get me wrong, they are cute and she looks great in them and all, but.. You know that expression 'if you can remember the Sixties you weren't there?' Well I have a theory: if you desperately want clogs this season, you must be too young to remember the craze the first time round.
I have nothing against them, mind you: I'm all for letting people learn things for themselves. Such as the aptly coined 'sauna factor'.
Jen is wearing: Rare ditsy print top, Urban Outfitters pull on jeans, Alexander McQueen bag, Swedish Clogs, Chanel Blue Satin nail polish, which she got as a birthday present from the gorgeous Jackie of platform princess. (and I, pack rat that I am, saved the Chanel paper bag it came in! Thus proving that I, too, am not immune to the Chanel Factor).