I’ve told you all before that my grandparents on my dad’s side came to the United States from Sweden in the early 1900s. My dad loved his Swedish heritage. When he went to church he often talked Swedish to another churchgoer who could speak. He would often say a phrase like, ” “jag alskar dig”…I love you in Swedish.
Even though Dad was a country music fan, he really Abba’s music because they were from Sweden. If there was something Swedish, Dad often supported it.
Our family had a tradition of going to the Minnesota State Fair. Dad enjoyed going and mom was happy to go. Going to the fair was one of the very few times my dad left the farm. I can honestly say that he might only leave ten times in a year. Mom did the errands and Dad stayed home. You can see that the state fair was a treat.
As a teen, we went and there was always a vendor booth there and everything in the booth was Swedish-made or Swedish-themed. If we went to the booth, Dad would always let me get something. About that time, Bastad clogs were popular in my high school, and Dad, who didn’t care about fashion at all but loved all things Swedish, let me get a pair even though they were far more expensive than he would normally allow.
I loved them. I loved them a lot. I wore them often and was so happy I “fit in” and was able to have shoes that were considered “in”. The next year at the fair I was able to get another pair…and the next year another. It got to be a bit of a tradition. Dad did wise up and I did have to start paying for part of the cost of them.
I’ve talked about the clogs often to Kayla. I just loved them. The clogs are now known as Troentorp clogs…same clogs just a different name.
A few weeks ago I got a call from Kayla. She said, “Mom, I want to get you a present. I want to buy you a nice pair of shoes…something you wouldn’t normally buy yourself. I was going to try to surprise you but I decided that I’d ask you instead to try to avoid returning the shoes. Is there a kind of shoe that you’d like but would never buy yourself?”
Immediately I said, “Troentorp clogs”.
So with her on her phone and me on my phone, we searched the internet together and I picked out a pair of shoes. Last week they came in the mail…
I was so excited. I hoped I would still love them like I used to. I’ve almost bought them so many times…then didn’t as they are over $100 a pair. I’m kind of cheap that way.
So, do you want to see the style I picked?? These…I love Mary Jane style shoes. I always have.
I asked one of the childcare kids to take my picture with them so I could send it to Kayla…This is the picture she took.
I tried to take a better picture.
So what do I think?? Do I love them? I do like them a lot. I do have to say that they will take a bit to get used to again. I’ve moved to wearing all shoes that are super flexible with soft bottoms. These clogs have wooden bottoms and don’t flex. It’s just different. Not bad. Just different. I picked the dark brown color as they would be great with jeans which is what I primarily wear. I had to tease Kayla and tell her I’m not used to heels. They aren’t really heels…just wedges.
My high school self is squealing!! My adult self is pretty darn happy to have a pair of Troentorp clogs back in my possession.
Before I go…as long as I’m telling you about my dad. Every time we got new shoes as a kid, he sang this song: “New pair of shoes, new pairs of shoes, da-da-da-da ha cha cha. Jingle, jangle jing a jong a jangle HA-Cha!” It’s a tradition I’ve carried on with my kids. I ended up singing the song, recorded it, and sent it to our family messenger group.
The kids all laughed at me. I’m putting it here so you can see our silly family tradition too.
Does anyone know where the song might have come from? Has anyone heard anything like it before?? I’d love to know more about it or if it was just something my dad made up.
Anyway…that’s the story of my clogs. I’m loving them and can’t wait to go out so I can wear them.