Old slippers

Old slippersA couple of years ago I bought some dark blue slippers to put on in chapel (a fair amount of rich soil, to say nothing of a variety of natural fertilizers, follows us everywhere we go). Lined in fleece, easy to slip on, soles able to withstand being worn outdoors for the days I forgot I had them on when I returned to work—when I finally had them “broken in” I grew to love them.

Needless to say it wasn’t long before they had molded so comfortably to my feet I began to wear them everywhere on purpose, especially in winter.

Now they are faded and falling seriously to ruin. But they have become my friends and the quintessential example of “comfortable as an old pair of slippers”. I plan to wear them till they fall off my feet. Literally. And that day will definitely been sooner rather than later.

I dread the idea of slipper-shopping, and the inevitable sticker-shock that accompanies the task. New slippers will look ever so much better, but that will just be the outside. No, I’m not looking forward to the day these old friends can’t make it one more step.

Holy One, let me be like these dear slippers: let me not fret over my outer cracks and wrinkles and fading skin, and may I become immensely soft, well-molded, supportive and forgiving where it counts.


5 thoughts on “Old slippers

  1. Thanks, Catherine Grace. Lent is all about repentance and your abiding respect and affection for your Uggs encourages me to cease my harping on my good spouse’s insistence on wearing his decrepit slippers (same brand, same style) in situations I deem inappropriate. Like when friends come for dinner. Or outside, heading up the street to our local farm market. Mea culpa.

  2. This makes me smile … my sisters have learned to look the other way, but a friend recently commented on them. I was a little embarrassed—until I she told me she has her own pair of COS! [Comfortable Old Slippers]

  3. I love the prayer at the end. Yes, I have noticed these little cracks, lines and general changes recently and am learning to accept them as I near my 40s. I want to be able to grow old gracefully and will be using the prayer as a reminder and mantra when I look in the mirror and have that moment of doubt. Peace

  4. The crackly, wrinkly thing can be a bit disconcerting (who is THAT in the mirror this morning??). I’ve now slipped into the geography of the spotted and dough-faced—and I do mean “dough” and not “doe”—and look more like my father every day. On him is was kind of endearing … yes, prayer is definitely helpful!

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