Old Slippers

My ancient house slippers are tan deer hide, lined with thick dirty fur of an uncertain origin. Many years ago I ordered them from a catalog the Deerskin Trading Post mailed me. Remember when we got catalogs in the mail - what we now call "snail mail?" I don't know when I ordered them, but I think it was in the late 1980s, when Ronald Reagan was President.

They are easily the most comfortable shoes I have ever owned. I have constantly sore and aching feet and a painful bunion on my right foot, so comfortable shoes are important to me. I wish I could wear them for the rest of my life, but only souls are immortable, not soles. Both shoes are tearing apart at the soles. Sometimes when I walk across my living room my shoes trap dog toys, pencils I have dropped, and various other objects that usually don't find their way into your shoes.

Someday I will have to have to thow them away and buy a new pair of slippers. Perhaps I should bury them in an old shoe box and erect a marker. "My house shoes, born 1988, deceased 200?", but I will probably just toss them into a garbage can. I love my old shoes, but I'm not that sentimental!!