How did I manage to get to this point in my life without realizing that, when you get home from a hard day on high heels, putting slippers on is not just comfort but more like therapy? Say your feet have sad, sorry issues, dating back to childhood when they were forced to wear very cute but not wholly comfortable shoes, and going on through adulthood, the same old thing? But then you put on slippers, and all of a sudden your feet have a breakthrough, an insight into their condition that allows a new lease on life. "Faux shearling! All over and under! That glorious scuffing sound, as if made by an old person, on her way to make a tidy cup of cocoa!"
Ah. To return to the moment when I felt comfortable calling myself middle aged. Can't seem to do that with a straight face any more.
ReplyDeletein my calculus of foot-comfort, several hours in those soft and happy things buy a day in stilettos.
ReplyDeleteLove the slippers! I might need me some of those...
ReplyDeleteI'm with you there, sister! I received a luscious pair of Uggs slippers for Christmas, and I've been trying to figure out how to wear them to work because I can't bear to take them off.
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