I have these shose
I've had them since late 2020 I think? They're these flip-flop-looking, slipper-seeming things that are normally called slides but I call them slip slops. They're gross and falling apart and they're my favorite thing to wear around the house.
The Adidas logo almost has all its paint scratched off. That's progress!
I don't wear them in public anymore becuase they look like I found them in. An oven. And the treads have been sanded down to the point that it's probably not wise to wear them on any surface that isn't level. But nothing else has worked quite as well for me. I think it might be that in previous years I was still growing rapidly and shoes would get too small pretty quick, so getting something that actually fit felt way better, regardless of how comfortable they actually are or how attached I was to the old ones, but these slops felt big when I got them and still fit fine, so it's harder to switch to anything else when the ones I like are right there.
You can see that the strap has come off, it's just the fabric layer underneath holding on.
Maybe I'm reading too much into this and I just haven't gotten any other good around-the-house shoes since these, but I'm still going to try and wear these until they fall to ruin. I'm not going to let go of these slip slops until they do.
State Revision: 2023-06-21
The shose are in critical condition today. Well at least the left one is.
Today is gonna be the day that I'm gonna stop wearing these shoes.
It hardly stays on my foot at this point and it will probably snap if I take one wrong step. I am still going to wear them until it does but after that I don't think these are worth the tape it'd take to hold them together.
The end of the slip slops' service is near.
Final State Revision: 2023-07-06
Shose died.
Postmortem photo taken in poor taste.
Well, it's as I said, they served me well until the end. I have other shoes it's about time I start wearing, too, so I suppose these things have had there time.
This happened a couple days ago and I'm only now writing this. Three-day silent vigil, you know the drill.
Now that these aren't an option, I'm forced to wear the new shoes I picked out myself. They're starting to feel more comfortable, which is good.
Heirs to the throne. The next generation of the shose race.
I'm going to have to redo this whole page in the past tense now, aren't I?
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