Improv Blogging is a feature where you, my (tens of) loyal readers, suggest topics and I write on them, no matter how random or out there. Full details are here.
This is possibly the weirdest of all the suggestions: Ed asked me to blog about slippers. (Really, Ed? That's the best you can come up with?) My initial thought was that I have no opinion about slippers. They're nice, I guess, particularly in the winter when my feet get cold. But I'm generally the queen of bare feet. My toes need breathing room.
There are two memorable pairs of slippers in my past: the zebra striped ones that traveled to London with me junior year and experienced lots of shenanigans in the Persian mob-run Normandie Suites where we lived, and the pink fuzzy ones that I had senior year and on River Road. Technically, these are only memorable because they're the only slippers that I specifically remember having.
(...this is really a pretty dull post, isn't it?)
Anyway, I'm sitting here right now wishing I had a pair (I threw my last pair away when I moved out of River Road. They were g-ross) because I cannot keep my wood floors here clean TO SAVE MY LIFE, and it is not for lack of trying. So every night I have to dust off the bottoms of my feet before I get in bed. It's icky.
My point here is that my position on slippers has changed from "eh" to "possibly I should get a pair." In case you were wondering.