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Last year, on Christmas Day, I began my journey toward becoming a Slippers Person. I'd never been one before — it always seemed too fussy to have SEPARATE SHOES for INSIDE your HOUSE. Were socks not good enough for my perpetually freezing toes? Who did I think I was, the Queen of England???
Besides, they never seemed to fit right, and, true to their name, always felt like kind of a hazard for me, an already extremely clumsy person. Slippers People, I assumed, were the type of folks who elevated lazy, luxurious living to an art; they read the newspaper every day without ever letting old issues pile up, they never discovered that their half-and-half had spoiled after it was already curdling in their coffee, and they did not stay up until dawn looking at their exes' exes on Instagram. Either that, or they were grandpas.
No comment on my 'gram stalking habits, but I too am now a budding Slippers Person, thanks to Mahabis ($97 and up). My mom gave everyone in the family a pair for Christmas, and in the intervening year I've come to love them more and more. They fit snugly, they’re lightweight, and they’re cute but still endearingly semi-ugly.
The best and most innovative aspect is the detachable rubber soles; I can clomp around my apartment all cozy and smug, and then if I have to run downstairs to give my landlords my rent check or take out the garbage, I just slide the soles on and go. They remedy the age-old slipper problem of homeboundedness to the point where I've been tempted to just say screw it and wear them around the block like the beautiful people in all of their brand photos. I’m not quite there yet, but maybe once I evolve into a full-fledged Slippers Person, I will be.
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