One of the advantages of working from home is wardrobe selection. For several years I worked in a suit and tie setting. Not sports jacket and khakis mind you, but a suit every day, including Friday. Perhaps I will return to that environment one day, but for now I am just fine in my casual garb.
My footwear of choice while at my computer busily creating wonderful copy are slippers. But I am tough on slippers. During the course of my average day I make several trips down two flights of stairs to my mother’s apartment and back up again. I’ve even been known to nip across the street to the corner store in my slippers assuming the weather is conducive.
I was pleased to learn that the recently departed Leonard Cohen wore Foamtread slippers when he walked about Montreal on his visits home. There are many reasons to like Cohen, the slippers just add to his charm.
Given my tough treatment of slippers it is not surprising that I often am in need of replacements. These new slippers usually come from others as gifts, Christmas or birthday. But last week, having blown out the bottom of my current left slipper while climbing a flight of stairs, my wife and I went slipper shopping.
This proved to be both frustrating and informative. Frustrating in that many stores did not have any slippers at all, claiming they only carried them at Christmas (I never thought of slippers as a seasonal entity) and informative in that the price of those slippers that were available were ridiculously high. Who in their right mind would spend a hundred bucks for slippers? But sure enough that was the going price. A C-note for a pair of leather slip-ons.
Even if they had been reasonably priced, I am not a fan of slip-ons. I need a full slipper, much like Cohen’s Foamtreads, but it must also allow for easy step in step out. Slip-ons drive me batty as they usually arrive at the bottom of the stairs before I do. And flip-flops are right out of the question. The mere thought of something between my toes has me quaking. (Should a sock shift in the course of walking and lodge between my toes, that shoe is coming off and the sock straightened immediately to keep me from going into conniptions.) If I am ever held and tortured to reveal state secrets don’t waste your time with waterboarding, just threaten to put flip-flops on me. I’d be blabbing like an idiot, making up stuff if need be.
So I will continue my quest for a new pair of durable yet sanely priced slippers. Then again, there is always the option of duct tape around the torn slipper I have on right this minute. Hmmmm