I’ve seen enough slipperings lately to take notice of unique and fuzzy efforts…worthy of a brief update. Stubbs is back on its game but the price points are silly for the quality. Del Toro could become a formidable competitor but those boys are too young to realize that their inconsistent service and their hiccup laden supply chain processes are gonna be their downfall if they piss off too many customers. Stay tuned for how my experience plays out with them.
So I’ve throwed together a few pictures for you. I also found a display of Churchill’s slippers and one of his siren suits.
I’m gonna do a Winnie Siren Suit story someday…right after the one on Campaign Furniture. The slips below were once the property of Sir Hogg Wilde. And here’s what I said about slipperdom sometime last year….
“While Belgians will simply giggle at you, causing you to become a bit nervous and self conscious, slippers will howl, cackle, hoot, cat-call and seriously…they’ll call some good ole boy to come over and just whip your ascot. This slipper business is not for the faint of heart or the sexually ambiguous. On second thought, they may be just the thing for guys who haven’t yet sorted themselves out.”
Almost makes me want to live in a drafty old house so that I could actually rationalize wearing them. And no, I don’t like show tunes.
Onward.
ADG II
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