Time to make the donuts...

The holes in my black slippers have gotten a wee bit larger. The small hole on the left slipper has become two medium holes, and the two medium holes on the right slipper have become one big one and a third medium hole:

I'd worn tiny holes in the pleats in my slippers way back in the '80s, but even after 3 (or was it 4) years they never got this big. I blame it on the somewhat stickier Marley surface, and that I never really learned how to turn back then.

The real problem now is that when I turn I can feel it twisting the skin on my big toes, and it hurts enough to throw me off. Something must be done!

A couple of months ago I bought a new pair of black Capezio Cobras to serve as replacements for these. Somehow, in all this time, though, I haven't gotten around to sewing the elastics on. I once wrote something sappy about how I felt a bond with decades of tradition while sewing elastics; what the hell was I thinking? This is the fourth pair I've had to sew since I started two years ago, and I have yet another pair of white Romeos waiting for the same treatment. The good news is that I managed to make it to the sewing goods store this evening before they closed and found myself a proper thimble to make the job it easier.

In closing... For those who are too young to remember the Dunkin Donuts commercial from which I've taken the title of this entry, here's a link to one of them on YouTube. Get my point? I'm not talking about donuts either.