I am not much of a branding person. I mean, I don't much identify or follow brands. But there are a few exceptions to the rule. My late love of Thinkpads (gone and died with the lack of adoption of their little red mouse button), my beloved Saab Convertible, and then, in a category of it's own: THE FLUEVOG.
Fluevogs are shoes. Very special shoes. Shoes that are amazing - making the trend. Made by a very special man. But it's not just the situation that makes Fluevogs amazing. It's the timing and location of my purchases. Like that time in Toronto, when I was speaking at Sibos, and I went in and you had your very Prepare family style: my grey felt boots that have since traveled with me almost 200k miles. Then there were the many times in Los Angeles with Ruth or Travis and now Maria where we bought too many awesome shoes.
There are the times I have been gifted Fluevogs. These are amazing times. Katy in San Francisco gave me beautiful yellow and purple Mary Jane's. And Epiphany just sent me a pair of ruby slippers. (I am way into the Oz on so many levels. My company is named The Purple Tornado. My tag line is, we are not in Kansas Anymore. And everytime I return to my beloved Los Angeles I state: there's no place like home.)
I have given my fair share of Fluevogs. These are special gifts to amazing people I respect, love and cherish.
Not to mention the many friendships and connections I have around the love of this brand. It's a secret club. Once you're in it, you're grandfathered for awesomeness for life. A friend and lover of Fluevog is a friend to me. Fluevog the brand = totally awesome person I will probably love.
But there is one thing missing here Mr. Fluevog and that is the man in my life. No man in my life has ever had the same empassionated love of the Fluevog. No one has ever bought me a pair of Vlog. (The man that buys me a pair of vlogs has a special place in my heart - and my appreciation can not be expressed on this blog, but let's just say, it's unforgettable.) And more so, what is wrong with me, in not dating or having a special place in my heart for a man who sports a stylish Vlog with mine?
I suppose a woman can dream.
In the meantime, I can love my Vlogs. The pleasure I get from their companionship, their awesomeness, unique perfection. They give me pleasure everwhere I walk, drive, ride. They look great.
Fluevogs, I love you. For mere money (ok, maybe a lot of it) you give me such pleasure and delight and expression. Who says money can't buy love has never owned a pair of Fluevogs.
xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxxxxxx
-Heather
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