Well, it happened. After four years of dutiful service, my slippers finally bit the dust. From their humble beginnings in a German Pennymarkt to Washington to Utah, these 70% Wolle / 30% Synthetik little guys have been my friends year round. Tonight my toe finally punched through the repairs I made last winter and, feeling like I hobo, I conceeded that it was time to move on. Some new boiled wool slippers are on the way, but I can't help but feel like this is the end of an era.
And by that I mean I wonder if I can write the new slippers off on my taxes as a work-required uniform. I kid. I'll miss you, deutsche snowflake slippers.