All the best buddies have fur.
What could be cozier on a sleep-in morning than a pile of reading, a warm cat, and a fleecy pair of slippers? These are my favorites.They're nice enough to shuffle out in public to pick up the paper off the driveway, and comfy enough to wear all day. Gatsby here keeps an eye on them, because he knows that if I put them on I'm probably heading downstairs. And there's food down there.
Now, don't get me wrong. Fancy shoes fascinate me with their stiletto heels, jeweled straps, and impossibly pointy toes. I love to look at them through shop windows, in much the same way I admire elaborate pastries and art glass. The colors entice, the construction and creativity amaze. But, like sweets and fragile doodads, they're just not for me.
My mother had a wonderful pair of shoes, vintage 1940's sandals. The thick soles were made of many strips of smooth, polished wood held together with long, slim hinges, so that the entire sole flexed with the foot as you walked. They were so cunningly made that the moving parts never pinched the skin, and they made a sound like tree branches creaking in a breeze. I loved those things. They sat in Mom's closet my whole childhood, and I had hoped to recover them when we closed up the old house. Alas, they vanished somewhere along the way. I've never seen anything like them since.
The Round Robins went shopping for shoe shots this week, and they have some fabulous finds. Please do step in and have a look around!