Sophisticated monologue about luxury slippersfrom @professorpanache

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Gentlemen, let me introduce you to something every gentleman should own, the worse slipper. No, I realize that the mere mention of the word slipper might likely conjure an image of a pair of Hawaii chappels. But no, let those delights float happily away to Honolulu. I'm not directing your attention to the sloppy slippers that your cha cha cha cha's in, but these, the Albert Good slippers in a resplendent juniper green from Crockett and Jones. Crafted by patient men with soft hands and delicate fingers, made from a plush green velvet with a royal ink blue satin wilted lining that is ever so delightful. This is an object that whispers ever so gently. Yes, I might be lazily lounging at home in my purple checkboxes, but standards still apply. The hard leather sole is a reminder that even in one's private quarters, one must always be prepared for visitors, or at least good prepared. This is not a shoe for running errands. It's a shoe for contemplating them. And for the record, I never run errands. My butler has a ballet whose chauffeur does that for us. Us. This is a shoe to sport while standing at the window with a drink in your bad, pretending to ponder upon complex matters while actually wondering what's for dinner. Biryani, hopefully. What I truly appreciate about this slipper is its refusal to be practical. Well, what you see is not a fabric made for the state. Slip these on and suddenly your everyday movements acquire a certain graceful gravitas. Even stepping out of your private chamber feels like you're making entrance to a state conference. The Albert ultimately is an invitation to slow down, elevate the ordinary, and embrace the simple luxury of existing comfortably, but never slovenly. A gentleman's off duty uniform executed beautifully and velvet, exactly as it should be.