Slipper Boots

My favorite article of clothing that I own would have to be my faux-sweater slipper boots.

I got them when I was fifteen. I was at Old Navy, and my father and sister were present, if I remember correctly. It was December, and we were out Christmas shopping. I remember seeing my boots boxed up on a shelf-- at first thinking they were real boots. I pointed out to whatever family was present that "I would be happy to receive them for Christmas *hinthint*." Knowing that neither one of them were actually going to purchase them for me, I went back a week later and purchased them myself.

At this time, upon opening the box (they were sealed up) at home to try them out, I realized they were slippers. All the better!

I've only worn them out inpublic once. Now that I think about it, it must have been right after I got them... It was the last day before Christmas Break sophmore year, you know, the day that kid Jessie blew off his face in the Bio room.

(Okay, probably only a small few of you actually knew and/or were there for that event. It was pretty exciting)

But due to the kid's stupid antics, the police and fire department came (they made all the kids that were in the classroom go to the gym and shower in front of the firemen, from what I recall, which is a lot, because Stephanie was one of the kids that had to do it, and it was quite tramatizing), and the closed down the middleof campus. I had to walk way out of my way a million times and got killer shin splints. That's when I learned that slippers do not make good long-distance footwear.

I still wear them all the time. There's just something cozy and soft about them.

For Christmas, I asked for a new pair (simply because I found some ridiculous pink feathery ones with sequins and I laughed), and got them. However, they squeak like crazy which I (and Diego, for that matter) can not handle, and they are, unfortuantely, too big.

Now I feel bad for betraying my old pair. And that is why I shall never throw them out.