I’m a pretty conservative dresser, and I mean that both in terms of modesty and trends. I’m not super picky about what colors I wear (except pink. I don’t do pink) and I don’t feel the need to be really up-to-date and trendy. I play it safe, and I’m happy to do so.
If you asked me to describe my style I would probably say “muted preppy”. Preppy because I prefer classic cuts and “muted” because I’m not super into things like gingham, polo shirts, pearls and pairing two really loud colors together. Again, nothing too risky for me. I don’t care if this makes me “basic”; I just want to blend in and to look acceptable while doing so.
I say all this to preface a conversation that L and I had the other night. I should also say that he doesn’t have much of an opinion on my wardrobe. I’ve asked a few times and all I’ve gotten from him is that he likes that I look “nice” (translation: don’t go out in yoga pants) and that he appreciates that nothing I wear is particularly revealing.
Back to the story. So the weather around here has been super strange. We’ve had several days in the 40s and 50s (not complaining) and all of our snow has melted. Thinking that we would have a pretty consistent snow covering from here on out I took my flats to the cobbler to have them re-soled. Now it’s too warm to wear boots and I don’t have my go-to flats…see the problem? I pulled a pair of driving moccasins that I’ve had since 2007 (?) from the waaaay back of my closet and I’ve been wearing them while my shoes are getting fixed.
Now, I really really like these shoes but I admit that they look a bit sloppy. Any structure that they had initially has all disappeared and they look pretty floppy when they’re not on. Also, dye from jeans has apparently rubbed off on the top of them so they’re a strange bluish-black near my ankles. You can’t tell that when they’re under pants, though. And everyone is confused about what to wear to the office right now so no one is paying attention to my shoes.
We’re sitting in the car (on the way to the grocery store I think), talking about the weather and I mention how glad I am that it’s warm enough for me to wear these shoes. This statement is followed by a long, pregnant pause. L looks over at me and my shoes and under his breath goes “shoes? I’m pretty sure those are slippers.”
He continues “You know, not like regular slippers for your bedroom but, like garage slippers. Shoes that you wouldn’t really wear outside of your house. (He’s speaking more quickly now) I mean, you can wear them outside your house, but, like you shouldn’t wear them places other than the outside of your house and your garage, you know?”
I’m laughing really hard at this point. This is the most he has ever said about any piece of clothing or item that I own and he’s apparently really embarrassed that he even brought it up. “So, you don’t like them is what you’re saying.” I manage to mutter this as we’re pulling into the store parking lot.
Liam slowly nods his head. Yes, yes this is exactly what he was trying to get me to understand and he’s very happy that I have actually said the words for him. I ask whether he would like me to get rid of the shoes. No, no that won’t be necessary. And he completely understands why I’m wearing them out and about since I don’t have more “normal” shoes at the moment.
“But I should probably not buy this kind of shoe again?” He responds with a quiet “It’s a slipper.” And there’s my answer. I can never buy these shoes again, because to my husband these are not shoes.
They are slippers.
But, not normal slippers. Garage slippers.