Slipper Musings

Apr 24, 2007 14:25

I have a deep-seated aversion to slippers per se. They have always represented fuddyism. I'm not talking about the padded animal death traps that proliferate on market stalls; those are just plain naff. No, my real hatred is for the generic fluffy/velvet types worn by both sexes.

In particular I think that men's navy blue (and grey) Pirelli jobs - you know, the ones with the lion embossed on them - should be banned. They bring to mind Saturday afternoon farting and DIY avoidance. The womanly equivalents are just as fugly, evoking bingo and soap opera TV.

Another despised genre is the pastel coloured confection with cartoon road-kill embellishments. Even worse is the fact one can get nightwear to match. If I wanted an animal making patterns on my nightdress, believe me it would have to be of my species and mobile, not cute or pink * wink

After the vitriol, I have a confession to make; I do wear slippers. After nearly forty years toughing it out, a tile conservatory floor in winter and the ensuing bout of chilblanes forced me to recant. The slippers I have are neither fugly nor cute. They are a minimalist plain white. Well, apart from the ubiquitous slob's coffee stain on them...
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