I have a lifetime supply of slippers. My Dad knew I liked the old school knitted slippers and used to buy them from an elderly woman who lived nearby. He bought me a big bag of them at one point as she was hinting that this was likely the last batch she would knit. So he stocked up. The leather ones were made by my brother. The animal prints were just cozy and fun; the pink slip-ons were because I was in a pink phase. The white ones remind me of a lovely hotel stay. And the black ones are my travel slippers. Is it sounding to you like I’m not ready to part with any slippers in my collection?