Former Ugg firm back to being ‘entrepreneurial fleet-of-foot style business’

UGG Bailey Button Kid Boots Black 5991Celtic & Co, which was formerly the Original Ugg Co until it sold the ugg boots UK rights to the Ugg name to US clothing giant Deckers Outdoor, has said it is back to being an ‘entrepreneurial fleet-of-foot style business’ after it collapsed into administration in February.

Its former owners, husband and wife Nick and Kath Whitworth, bought back the firm, based in Newquay, Cornwall, that month after a deal struck in 2011 with private equity firm Piper was not as successful as expected.

Piper said at the time: ‘Challenging market conditions led to insufficient demand for the new products. As a result, the founders have decided to buy back the business and fund a revised strategy, returning to the company’s heritage.’

Newly appointed managing director Emily Bates said: ‘We’re back to an entrepreneurial fleet-of-foot family feel, but keeping some of the corporate practices. We’re having a bit of a merge of the two styles. We’re strong in the South East and South West but there’s a huge amount of the UK still to go for. We already have trade customers overseas.’

Talking about Celtic & Co’s beginnings, Nick said: ‘We bought it in 1990. It wasn’t really a business. There was just a product, the Celt boot, or the “ugg” boot as it was called then. It was a typical cottage industry.’

The couple expanded the firm through mail order, and increased the range. Kath said of their business style: ‘We did our board meetings walking the dog around the headland.’ Nick added: ‘I’d never produced a set of management accounts for 23 years. There was no one to report to. Everything was in our heads.’

Warm winter fashion UGG boots bring small indeed fortunate

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To top wool and leather for the brand DNA of fashion footwear brand UGG Australia, 2014 new autumn and winter combined with a number of bold and innovative decorative elements, such as the classic winter snow boots Classic necessary, season launch wild wild animal prints and fashion knitting styles, use the classic contour metal buckles, rivets leather cord, corduroy bows and other decorative elements.

This season there will be a sense of full high-heeled ankle boots, and the use of top leather and rugged decoration, such as metal buckles or serpentine lining and other details presented whims knighthood, is expected this fall and winter shoes will also be new products a highlight.

Men’s section, this season’s top leather to create a variety of places UGG Loafers, or use a light-colored casual shoes decorated with stitching, creating concise and detailed fashion outline, let fall and winter fashion is full of youthful vitality.

Children’s shoes are colorful dazzling use of color and trendy animal pattern design, so the ugg classic short kids boots  can taste the first step with the fashion show parents.

Confessions Of A Woman In Sweater Boots

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I’ve noticed that a side effect of dating in midlife, particularly post-kids, far too often involves shining a flashlight on all of my perceived personality deficits and physical flaws. When I’m not dating or in a relationship I tend to be just fine with the fact that I’m not a big party person, that I have no legitimate hobbies, that I’m not very outdoorsy (my favorite outdoor activity is coming back inside), that I’ve never run a marathon, or that my chin is too small. Yet get me out on a first or second date, and suddenly I find myself fretting about every little shortcoming. I really should socialize more, read more, paint more, hike more, ski more, run more, bungee jump more, and really, how much could a chin implant cost?

I’m not sure why, but for some reason dating seems to evoke feelings I thought I’d parted ways with in middle school; that in some indiscernible way, I just don’t measure up, I’m less than, I’m “other than.”

Last year when I first started online dating with the serious intention of snagging a boyfriend, I had a series of really great first dates, but no second ones. I found this rather unsettling and wondered whether there was something perhaps undesirable about me that was causing this trend. This was before I developed my “online dating/car shopping” comparison theory, where online dating can create a disincentive to settling down with one person, since there’s always a newer, shinier model rolling onto the lot. So I called a good friend, whom I’ve known since high school, and who knows me better than almost anyone else in the world, and asked for her opinion. “Tell me the truth, it is me? Maybe it’s me. What’s wrong with me? I think it must be me. Is it me?” She assured me that it was most certainly not me, and that she’d had similar experiences with online dating.

Why does dating seem to elicit these middle-school-spawned feelings of being different, less than, or “other than,” where unreasonable self-scrutiny so quickly evolves into the slippery slope of thinking if I just had, were, could, was, wasn’t…then life would be just grand?

I have a laundry list of rather trivial self-perceived flaws that when I’m in a certain state of mind (or dating) can plummet me into this world of “other than.” For instance, I hate my overly muscular calves, which is particularly inconvenient since I absolutely love boots. Yet, despite my love of boots, I can rarely find a pair that fit me (with the exception of wide-calf, stretchy or ankle boots) because my calves are too big. This state of affairs is made even more inconvenient since boots are a staple of every woman’s wardrobe in cities with cold-weather climates, such as Chicago.

After getting off the phone with my friend I decided I needed some fresh air to lift me out of my sour mood, so I headed out into the wintery streets of Chicago for some mood-altering shopping (hey, maybe if I was lucky, I could even find a pair of cute boots to wear on my next first date). As I was slipping and sliding down Michigan Avenue in my snow-caked-no-tread-UGG-sweater-boots I pointed my head at a slight downward angle to minimize the snow accumulation on my face, which provided me with a view of every single woman’s calves walking within an impressively broad circumferential range. And what I saw only deepened my state of despair — everywhere I looked, and I mean everywhere, I saw tiny, little, petite calves sporting very cute tiny, little petite boots.

Now, in a city of 2.7 million people one would think there would be at least one other woman in sweater boots. Just one! Not so, as everywhere I looked I saw woman after woman (after woman) wearing beyond cute fur-topped knee-high snow boots, chunky-wedge over-the-knee thigh boots, knee-high pencil-thin shearling boots, and my all-time favorite, two-toned-upper-leather riding boots.

On most days I really don’t care about the size of my calves — what kind of person would I be if I did? We live in a world of ISIS and Ebola, after all, and certainly I am not so superficial as to concern myself with the pettiness of not being able to squeeze my overly-muscular calves into a cute pair of Hunter rubber rain boots. Well, apparently I am because truth be told, regardless of the superficiality of it all, sometimes I am bothered that I can’t wear normal boots, and for whatever reason, when I’m in dating mode, it bothers me a lot.

After I got home from my walk I took a deep breath, peeled off my stretchy sweater boots, and curled up on the couch to meditate with a hot cup of tea (or vodka, I can’t remember). Why was I suddenly over-focusing on something so seemingly trivial as the size of my calves? I have generally high self-esteem so why was I allowing something so minor to influence my universal self-perception and perceived desirability?

After some time, I realized that it really wasn’t about boots (it never is). Rather, it was about feeling different, and not in a good way. On that day it may have been my calves that served as a portal through which all of my “other-ness” manifested, but on another day it could just as easily been something else. And for whatever reason dating in my 50s seems to have amplified these negative feelings.

I know I’m not the only one who feels this way, as I’ve talked to many people, especially women just like me — 50-something, empty-nested, divorced, and dating for the first time in years, who have admitted to similar feelings. They over-focus on one trait, one characteristic, one mistake, one perceived physical flaw, as evidence that they don’t quite measure up, don’t quite belong, don’t quite deserve, are “other than,” and if this one trait, characteristic, mistake or flaw could just be fixed (or even well hidden), then their desirability would increase, and life would be just grand.

Well, I’m sorry my friends (and myself), but that’s just not the way life works. As soon as one perceived flaw is fixed (or hidden), up pops another one. So I think it’s time that we stop this crazy habit of selective abstraction, over-exaggeration, and self-deprecation. In fact, I think we have it all wrong — maybe, rather than judging ourselves according to some arbitrary list of idealized characteristics, we should start seeing self-acceptance as a pre-cursor to every good thing this world has to offer, including a healthy and loving relationship. Maybe before we can find the love we seek from others, we need to practice loving ourselves first, by no longer allowing our perceived flaws and differences to make us feel undesirable, plummeting us into that world of “other than,” and instead see them as examples of our wonderful australian Ugg boots and treasured uniqueness.

Yes, we’re afraid winter 2014 is a-coming

UGG are giving away free boots, this is how to get your hands on a pair

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With the weather turning colder this weekend (yes, we’re afraid winter 2014 is a-coming), it’s finally time to crack out your winter wardrobe… or in the case of most of us, buy 2014 australia ugg boots.

And while any excuse to buy new clothes is obviously a good thing, trudging round the shops in the cold and rain isn’t the best.

But get this – for the month of October the lovely people at UGG Australia are giving away free (yes, FREE!) boots to weary shoppers in central London, Birmingham, Manchester and Leeds (sorry rest of the UK).

So, how do you bag yourself a pair of free boots?

Well, throughout October UGG will be posting UGG shout outs on their Twitter and Facebook pages. When this happens, you need to tweet them a picture of your shoe-mare (soggy slippers, painful points, you get the picture) along with your shoe size, and the UGGcould be making it’s way to you.
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And even if you’re not the lucky recipient of a free pair of boots, it’s worth keeping an eye out for the #UGGSOS scooter, as it will also be randomly distributing gift cards worth up to £150.

UGG back to primitive times

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Classic wool started UGG Australia, continues this fall and winter boots for a congregation to surprise fans. Whether men, women, and even children’s clothing are popular Animal print is bright, classic style sheepskin boots combines various shades of snakes and leopard pattern, but also a sense of a little back to the era of the original boots. Used to wear dark snow boots, try animal pattern, bringing a fresh feeling.

This season there are bright bling bling, mixed colors and unique fabrics elements, the brand also launched this season to create a waterproof top leather boots series True, the traditional classic design with leather, bringing timeless fashion beauty and practicality, providing comfortable warmth fashion modeling, even if there is a sudden heavy rain, do not be afraid.

I will try on your Ugg boots

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In my life, I have always strived to fit in as well as I can with pop culture and lifestyle norms of my social stratum (girls aged 14-18). I will try on your australian Ugg boots, I will drink your pumpkin spice and I will wear your leggings.

But here’s the thing: Uggs are comfy as all hell, pumpkins are delicious and leggings allow me to feel like I’m not really wearing pants three out of the seven days of the week. I have to draw the line somewhere, and that line is a line of quality. It is a line that John Green crossed when he wrote the book “The Fault in Our Stars.”

Allow me to explain: In my quest to find a common ground with my peers, I picked up “The Fault in Our Stars.” What ensued was a typhoon of pretentious BS that I’m still left reeling from.

From the first moment I met the book’s main character, I knew that I was destined to be utterly annoyed with Hazel Grace Lancaster. From her insistence on wearing Converse to her condescending attitude toward her mother, I couldn’t help but experience flash backs to a mopey “emo” middle-schooler who “no one understands.” I get that she has cancer, and that’s terrible. Writing a character that has cancer does not give the author justification to write that same character as completely unrelatable and unpleasant. I mean, the only thing I could find even remotely relatable and un-hatable about this character is her love for “America’s Next Top Model” (Smize with me, girl).

Hazel only gets worse when her cigarette-pretend-smoking, beefcake boyfriend Augustus comes onto the scene. As soon as Green describes Hazel’s eye roll when he states his greatest fear to be “oblivion” in support group, you can just feel the forced chemistry between them. She thinks he’s ridiculous, he thinks she’s beautiful, and the story unfolds.

Things are pretty vanilla-angst-teen-romance for a while until Augustus gets in touch with Hazel’s favorite author, Peter Van Houten, and decides to use his “cancer kid Wish” to take her to Amsterdam to meet Van Houten. They arrive and, surprise, surprise, Van Houten is a cranky, drunken jerk. But that won’t put a damper on this vacation! Cue cheesy canal boat rides, fancy dinners complete with champagne and Dutch duck and, of course, make out sessions in a somber Holocaust memorial site. Don’t worry about the eight people that were led out of that house to their eventual deaths, guys! They would want you to have this moment. Really.

So, in short: Stop wearing that “Okay? Okay.” shirt. Stop making your Twitter bios that ridiculous quote about fathoming thoughts into constellations. And for the love of God, stop Instagramming pictures of Ansel Elgort for your #mcm. Read a real book. Please.