A few days ago, I talked about how I have what could be called “home clothes.”
House slippers, a common element in your average loungewear ensemble, were not included in the description of my loungewear, however, because I’ve never been that into slippers. But just a few days after that post, what did I find when I reached into the depths of my closet to switch over my wardrobe from Warmish to Coldish?
I found a pair of slippers.
I had forgotten about them. They were your average pair of slippers. They were normal-looking, nothing suspicious. Navy blue, moccasin-style, fleece-lined with a decorative leather lacing. The soles were made of plastic. I think I got them at the Gap or something? You know the kind.
“Sweet,” I thought, and promptly put these ‘slips on my feet. Sounds good, right? Yeah, well, these slippers are trying to kill me.
This morning, I did my usual thing. I got up, prepared the tea tray, took my medicine, lit a small candle on the coffee table, and settled in for some morning reading on the couch. I was wearing my slippers and felt happy about that.
At some point while I was reading and slurping, I wiggled my toes in my slippers and, “Ah!” I said, because in wiggling my toes I broke the plastic on the bottom and stuck my whole toe through the dang slipper! And it scratched me! My slippers were busted and my toe was aggrieved. You think you’ve got a lagniappe situation and it turns out to be a real crock.
But that was nothing.
I set down my tea and reached down to my toes — hey, I’m flexible — and checked to make sure I wasn’t seriously wounded. (It didn’t look that bad but what about rabies??) I pulled off the slipper and tossed it to the side and where did it land?
It landed on the candle!
“Ah!” I cried, and grabbed it immediately, losing my place in my book and snapping the lead on my pencil in the process.
“That’s curtains for you!” I said to the slippers, and I marched them right over to the trash can. I paused over the recycling bin (which is really just a Trader Joe’s bag, let’s be honest) but I decided murderous slippers are best not recycled into a water bottle.
It has only now struck me that it is Halloween!
Laurie sieg
Not your best morning I would guess.
Mary
I love your outlook on life. I have a dear friend and we can get into trouble laughing over dimple things and incidents. I feel that way when I read your blog.
Helen Dollar
Hahaha!!! I have had those days. Hope you eventually had a great day.
Brenda King
Dear Mary,
I’m so glad to hear I’m not the only woman whose middle name is NOT “GRACE!” : ) Love you in all your incantations. love your slipper story, and I LOVE slippers! Happy Halloween!
Nancy
Just look at it as “purging stuff”. I went through my Mom’s old jewelry this morning, She’s been gone more than 10 years, Then I went through my own jewelry box and took a few things out of that too. It felt good to get rid of a few things. Hope your day got better!
Barbara
I’m old enough to know if I do like slippers or not. I think it’s a great deal of the latter.
Melanie
I like slippers but mine are the ones that have a hearty sole and could be worn outside….to get the paper for instance, NOT to WalMart. Haha. I hope the slipper was sufficiently extinguished before going in the trash bin. After all, didn’t the great Chicago fire start with a cow and a candle?
Melanie
Oops should that have been “hardy”? Darn it. I even thought about it and then I got it wrong. Hearty sole is a substantial fish. Hardy sole is the bottom of a good shoe.
Linda Duff
Just glad the possible-slipper-caused-fire turned out to be not one . . . . . 🙂