Another Sign Of Aging

Stylish and sophisticated

For all of my 65+ years I have never owned a pair of house slippers.  If I removed my shoes at home I either went barefoot or wore socks.  In my mind I have always associated slippers with old people.  I remember my grandfather coming to visit and always wearing slippers in the house.  Or driving down the street and seeing some old coot walking his dog wearing slippers; that sight always made me chuckle.

Then two things happened.  We have always had hardwood floors on our ground floor and carpet upstairs.  Last year we removed the upstairs carpet and had the hardwood restored.  I noticed the difference in the winter.  Even sitting with my feet up on the ottoman I could feel more cold than before.  The other thing was playing with our dog, Abby.  She has this routine where she likes to bait me into chasing her from room to room until one of us wears out.  Ok, until I wear out.  This wasn't a problem on carpet, but on hardwood the footing could become precarious while wearing socks.  I have to think about breaking hips and things like that.

I mentioned to Mrs. Grumpy that I might like to consider a pair of slippers.  She takes this as a firm decision and quickly comes home with a pair for me.  Slide your foot in, open in the back.  I took two steps and walked right out of them.  They would work if I wanted to spend the rest of my life shuffling.  So I politely decline her choice and shop for myself.  Bought a pair much like those you see above.  Soft, warm, good traction.

Try not to snicker when you see me in the front yard in my slippers waiting for Abby to poop.