socks
Seventeen years ago or so, someone left some grey socks in my dorm room. Or they got mixed up with my stuff in the dryer -- who knows. But one day they were just there, and they were warm and cozy. So I adopted them, and they have been my primary pair of slippers ever since. OK, I had some dalliances here with other socks, but when they wore out, the gray ones were always waiting for me. But now, seventeen years later, both heels have big holes in them. I think it's time to finally place them in the trash. But at least I got good use out of them, as my mom would say :)