The day of Ughh

No not the boots. Just the mood.

Although, the boots definitely make more sense in their hideousness now that I dwell on the mood. They are so ugly (for lack of a more descriptive word) yet almost comforting in a calm sort of not-everything-has-to-be-perfectly-put-together kind of way. So it doesn't right? Sometimes chaos can be soothing and order can be disturbing. Or am I just cementing the case for Aida vs Sanity (2004) where clearly Sanity is losing.

So , coming back to the point. Why the ughh? I know it's just a film of uncertainty that will disintegrate if I shake it off, yet shaking is what I am scared off. Terrified of tipping the balance, messing with the status quo (phrase of the month #459) I know I need to grab my world by the shoulders and just give it a quick shake. The problem is, I know exactly what needs to be done, I just don't want to do it. Almost more comforting to be so vague right now and convince yourself you are lost than to acknowledge what you are seeing and restore the order. Kinda like the Uggs. Maybe the designer knew exactly what would look pretty and pleasing, yet he rebelled just for the heck of it and in turn created this new trend to appreciate the ugly. We happliy fell for it because deep deep down we know Ugly is definitely a familiar place, and pretty just scares us.

Here's to another cold cold season of flat, large and simply awkward Ughhs....

Ugly to boot