Someone tell me what could possibly be worse than cold feet. Not the resurrected 90s drama – that was excellent – but actual, factual, literal cold feet. I live in London, which obviously means that I cannot afford to put the heating on. As a result, I constantly have cold feet unless I wander round the house in seven pairs of socks. Before you ask, I have resisted slippers because I could never find a pair I felt fulfilled all my criteria: warm (obviously), chic (I can’t help it) and not bulky or annoying. But – BUT – I went into Joules recently and it blew my mind. I’m not exaggerating.
Question: do I want a pair of navy blue velvet slippers, razzed up with a giant fuchsia pom pom? Answer: what do you think? And that is exactly what I found, nestled away on the shelves like a rare diamond.
It’s not just Joules, though – M&S has a pair of pink fluffy mules, Oysho has a pair of ruby red slippers with a giant bow, John Lewis has a glitzy gold pair that will be just the ticket on Christmas Day and Boden's stripy colour-block slippers are just glorious. They’re all perfect for feeling like you’ve made at least a bit of an effort when your weirdo second cousins come round, without you actually having to make an effort. Which, for me, is what Christmas is all about. Kidding, it’s about these slippers.