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Linda Grant, thinking about clothes, books and other matters.

Monday, 5 November 2007

The war within

I had a cortisone injection on my left ankle on Wednesday. Every since then my left foot has been contorted into an awkward position, hanging around my left ear, begging, wheedling, demanding, that I buy it these.



However the rest of my body has sent up a more deafening crescendo. 'Don't listen. If you buy those, you'll wind up looking like this.'




And furthermore the whole business might end up here.

Or worse, like this

The only kind of non-old lady slippers are red leather Moroccan mules, with artificially pointed toes, an Aladdin's lamp air about, them and preferably some gold around the toes.

8 comments:

pennyarrow said...

I think those poor little tootsies deserve a bit of coddling. I would go the whole hog and invest in a pair of tempur-pedic memory foam slippers. Bliss....

Linda Grant said...

I just can't, they're too depressing.

Have you got some?

pennyarrow said...

Yes. But don't tell anyone.

Linda Grant said...

And what, as it is said, would be in it for me to keep my mouth shut, 'pennyarrow'?

pennyarrow said...

I'm confident that as an ethical journalist you will die to protect a source.

adele said...

I am a proud Croc and slipper wearer....but then, I'm much older than you are, Linda. Still, if memory serves, I've always gone for comfort behind my own front door at least. Fur -lined Crocs may be a trend too far, but those cosy slippers....who's going to know? You can tell everyone that you're in the Aladdin leathery kind and we'll believe you. Go for it, I say. Let comfort reign.

Linda Grant said...

a) you are not much older than me, it's that Old Man thing your husband tries to pull

b) Comfort behind closed doors is okay up to a point, but slippers are just something else

Thomas said...

I don't wear slippers, and part of it is definitely that they are all simply quite ugly. What should a man wear on his feet at home that won't turn him into an instant Mr. Cleaver?