I've had these slippers a long time. Since my Grandpa Ralph died. They were his. He never wore them, just owned them. After his death, my Grandma Ann kept trying to give me things of his, including these slippers, still in their packaging.

I've carried them around for over a decade, from new apartment to new apartment, and like my Grandpa Ralph, I didn't wear them either. But with each move I'd think, "Hey, slippers, I should wear these."

Lately, I've been wearing them. I've entered a slippers-phase in my life.