Everyone has an opinion on the ubiquitous Uggs (so named because that’s the noise they make you do when you see an otherwise perfectly good outfit ruined by them) and I am no different. But, being a fickle sort of person, mine changes every few weeks.
They are truly minging, are they not? They make the wearer look like an am-dram lunatic who has forgotten to take their pantomime horse feet off after a show.
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And yet we, and I include myself here, still wear them all the time.
I haven’t got real Uggs though, because they really are for Muggs. They are ONE HUNDRED AND FORTY POUNDS. Yes, yes, they’re real sheepskin, but the fake ones are just as warm and in my £6 Primarni pair I achieve the same uggly-as-arse effect at a fraction (that’s 3/70, maths fans) of the cost.
I came to own (fake) Uggs very late in the game, having sworn for a long time that I would never pay that much money for anything so hideous. In the end my mum got me some for Xmas, and my feet have never been so cosy and comfortable. And what do I care what I look like anyway? I’ve ensnared a chap (Hi Tom) and that is the point of being attractive (science innit).
However my new found Ugg-thusiasm took a bit of a beating the other day, when walking home from the shops in the dratted things I tripped over them and fell arse over tit. I now have a well bad bruise on my hand and grazed jeans.
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Rachel England // January 11, 2008 at 11:12 am |
I remember when Uggs first came out. God, how I laughed and scathed. But it wasn’t long before I too fell foul of their cosy casualness.
I have a standard black pair, but every day I find myself wondering if I shouldn’t get some brown ones, or worse, CREAM ones…to cover every possible eventuality.
Uggs ARE for muggs, but it’s their rip-off cheapo counterparts that will be the end of me
queeniefox // January 13, 2008 at 5:15 pm |
You’ve got to admire how that woman has coordinated her footwear with her dog though.