Have You Been UGG-Cinated?

Have You Been UGG-Cinated?

I’ll say one word to you and I’m sure you’ll instantly divide into three camps – *UGGs is the word.

And the camps are thus:













Published - 26 October 2011

Have You Been UGG-Cinated?

I’ll say one word to you and I’m sure you’ll instantly divide into three camps – *UGGs is the word.

And the camps are thus: those that wouldn’t touch them with a barge pole (or it’s Australian equivalent), those who do and who stand proud in their sheepskin clad feet and those that say they don’t but do in secret.

 

If you follow my Twitter feed you’ll know that I’m a self-confessed UGG boot wearer in winter. Working from home means I’ve become a bit of a tight-wad who refuses to put the heating on during the day unless there is actual snow and/or a heavy frost on the ground. I resort to enveloping myself in a cashmere wrap (no hardship there), sitting with a hot water bottle in the small of my back (good for posture), sporting fingerless gloves (granny chic IS back) and wearing UGGs. Somewhere along the way I have found myself the owner of three pairs of UGGs – read on to find out just how this shocking situation could happen to you. 

 

My original short black UGGs are now so well worn that they don’t get to flit past the doorstep, except maybe to put the bins out. The next pair I snuck in were the classic tall chestnut version. I wear these on the school run on ultra cold days and then stay in them ALL day when working at home until bed time. Not as disgusting as you might think - its the magic of proper sheepskin doncha know, it doesn’t retain odours.

 

 

Short black UGG boots, Classic tall chestnut UGG boots

 

Then there’s the third pair that are a little different. They have a whole nubuck, lace-up thing going on and as well as keeping me warm in the depths of winter, they’ve been a significant part of my fashion life. They were purchased on my trip of a lifetime to New York at the Woodbury Common UGG outlet store three years ago. In three foot of New York snow I decided that the aforementioned short black UGGs were not quite cutting it and I needed something a little more hard core and weather worthy. Two days later on a trip to the wondrous place that is Saks Fifth Avenue shoe department with it’s own postcode on the eighth floor, said UGGs were removed by a kindly, elderly shoe salesman who proffered in their place my first ever pair of Louboutins. Yup…. dainty red soled works of art sold to the lady in the “clompy but oh so practical for this New York weather” boots!

 

I also happened to be wearing these particular UGGs when we saw Keane in concert and, whilst arsing about down in the mosh pit (I know… shocking at my age), I got to grab the hand of lead singer Tom Chaplin. That’s not down to the UGGs I hasten to add, that’s just me being an utter groupie and reliving my misspent youth. I digress.

 

 

 

Back to the part about needing to be UGG-Cinated. Check out the video on Grazia Daily about UGGcitrin – a new vaccine that will help you fight that UGG boot addiction. But be warned.. its only effective if you don’t already own a pair or two… or in my case, three. So go ahead and utter your cries of “Elephant Feet” all you want but they definitely have a warm and very cozy place in my life.

 

By the way, if anyone know what the equivalent of an Australian barge pole is, I’d love to know.

 

*No UGG boots were harmed in the making of this post.

 



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