I have no idea how it is in the rest of the world, but growing up in California involves a great deal of time spent in one’s bare feet. In my world slippers were for pipe smoking Dads on the television. Guys with names like Ward or Darren. So it came something as a total shock to me when I moved to Montréal and discovered the sensation of cold feet. It was a traumatising thing for me, that bone chilling cold and it took me ages to discover that bare feet were no longer a option. I’d have to cover my rather sensitive, allergic to anything but Birkenstocks feet, or turn blue. It was a tough call. Eventually, I caved and started wearing socks around the house.
It was the perfect solution for a foot loose career girl who rarely spent more than an hour or two a day in her own home. That was 20 years ago. I now find myself spending entire days without being properly shod and after last winter spent eating holes into one pair of socks after the other, I realized it was time to go retro and get some proper slippers.
Cruising the web, I ran into this fun pair from Le Slip Français. “Slip” is French for underwear, and this place has lots of cute cotton stuff in the traditional French sailor stripes. At some point they started selling espadrilles, which must have led to these slippers, or perhaps the slippers came first. Who knows? What I do know is that the style is fresh, and fun and easy to wear and I can’t wait until my slippers show up at my door next week. Hopefully delivered by the extremely attractive model showing off the underwear on the home page. Its all reasonably priced and Made In France, well, except for the model. I have no idea where he was made.
Having spent most of my adult life in Southern California, I know what you mean. We tend to wear flip-flops and open-toed shoes through the winter.
I clicked the link expecting to see some slippers, such as those shown in your picture. Instead, I saw some “eye candy.” Ooh la la.
Funny I was never much of a slipper wearer until I started living in France. Most of it has to do with hygiene though. The idea that we track in schmutz from the streets of Paris on our shoes does not make me want to walk around barefoot!
Enjoy cozy feet this winter!
And all the splinters in the herring bone parquet floors!!!
Nah, you’re better off in the Caymens!
Unfortunately ever since I got plantar fasciitist, crocks are all I can wear about the house. But of course British people wear slippers all the time. As big and fluffy ss they they can! Love Denise