you wake up, get out of bed, not fully awake, tap-dance your foot around under the bed, searching, find the slippers one at a time, struggle to put the right slipper on the right foot, the left slipper on the left foot, all this while not looking down obviously, go downstairs into the kitchen, start the coffee to try and wake yourself up, go over to the window to look at the birds, look down at your feet and stare at those feet in disbelief, then you start laughing. Sweet Other Half joins you. You point in the direction of your feet and he starts laughing too. It’s good to start the day off with a laugh. It’s good to laugh at yourself. The rest of the day went well, and I wore my mismatched slippers all day, just because I could. Maybe I will start a new trend? Have you worn any mismatched slippers lately?
Voilà! A recipe for mismatched slippers!
