My mum bought me some new slippers on Sunday.
I started wearing ugh boots well before they were cool. Granted, I wore them to swimming meets so they were constantly wet and disgusting, and they were just the plain, grey kind. They didn't have tassles or reach my knees, and I didn't wear them as a fashion statement. Lord knows nothing I wear is a fashion statement. Up until recently, ugh boots were the only form of slipper I subscribed too. Then I moved to Dunedin and bought some "indoor slippers" - in an attempt to encourage me to wear real shoes to uni each day. It didn't work - those slippers were on my feet for a large amount of the semester, including throughout eight-hour study shifts at the library, to linguistics lectures, and down to good old Mei Wah Takeaways. One day I tripped, which made the toe of my slipper begin to unravel. Pretty soon, because I continued to wear them in Dunedin's mean streets, the entire foam insole was protruding out of the front of what developed into a gaping hole.
To add insult to injury, when I visited Christchurch for the marathon on Queen's Birthday weekend, I left my slippers at my sister's house. I went and bought some more - hideous things they were, leopard print and only $8.
Upon arrival in Hamilton I fairly yelped at my mother that I needed more slippers, and pronto (please, if possible... or just whenever you're ready). And then I found these.
OMG, right? I know. They're perfect for my hoodie-wearing lifestyle. And they were kind of overpriced for slippers, so there's no way in heck I'm going to be venturing outside in these babies. Since I got them, I've only taken them off when it's been absolutely necessary. Showering, leaving the house, and... yeah that's all. I want to be wearing these slippers on the day I die (and every day until then, obviously).Waaaaaant? If you live in New Zealand, you can buy 'em at Farmers. They're called Grosby's Hoodies For Your Feet and you can peruse their website here.
I. Love. My. Slippers.
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