The Christmas before moving to New Jersey, I received a wonderful gift from my mother: Jessica McClintock house shoes. Now, don't think slippers get me all excited usually. They don't. But these were special. Completely animal friendly, these boots felt like they'd been lined with the fluffy fur of a magical woodland creature.
I wore them all the time.
My feet aren't as cold here in Oklahoma, so I haven't worn them as much since we moved.
But when pregnant, a woman longs for any little bit of comfort. So, I dug them out of the closet and let them work their magic again--even during the hottest summer in Oklahoma's recorded history.
Pieces of black fabric and plastic appeared around the house. We wondered what caused the mess. Several times I jumped because I thought a piece was a bug.
Eventually, I realized it was my shoes!
So, so sad.
Dorothy had her ruby slippers to lead her down the yellow brick road.
My house shoes have led me to motherhood.