As I’ve previously discussed, I am now embarking on a new lifestyle — the life of hygge, coziness, warm blankets on a cold night, hot chocolate with good friends, embracing winter.
At the same time, lately, I’ve been experiencing one of the absolute worst feelings winter has to offer: When you arrive at a friend’s house, politely take off your shoes because you are an upstanding citizen and your shoes couldn’t bear to part with the outdoor extravaganza, and then, to reward your good behavior, you step in a puddle anyway. In your socks. The only pair you brought. That you have to sit in all night long and reminisce about dry socks, oh those warm, cozy, dry socks that made your footsies do a literal happy dance. But not tonight. Tonight, you get wet socks and despair.
This has happened to me one too many times that I decided to take a stand against puddly socks. The solution: Bringing my own slippers to other people’s houses.
It’s one of those genius ideas that actually makes me feel a little bit stupid because it’s taken me 31 years to figure this out.
But ah, the cozy heaven I’ve walked into now! I arrive at the house and pull out my favorite pair of comfy cozy slippers (that, I’m proud to say, I bought for $3 at Marshall’s — best $3 ever?). They are small enough that they actually fit in my purse so I didn’t have to awkwardly shlep a separate slipper bag. I have them ready to go so when I take off my snowy, yucky boots I can immediately slip on the slippers and enjoy a happy remainder of the evening.
Actually, I’m inspiring myself. Ideas are happening as we speak! I am going to purchase a few pairs of slippers (in different sizes? your ideas are welcome) so that my guests can have the same experience when they come over to my house. And my white carpets can stay white … ish. (Special shoutout to my friend Virginia, who already does this in her home.)
Wishing everyone many nights — and mornings and days, too, if possible! — of cozy, warm feet.