The rest of the story

Remeber when I blogged about my daughter's clogs? You might've thought about what a good mom I was.

Well, here is the rest of the story....

DD#2 had taken to wearing my clogs around, and sliding across the kitchen floor. Over and over. And over. And over again. (If only they'd clean the floor at the same time I'd be okay with it.)

To the point where my clogs looks like this:



I finally stopped her. "Ruin your own slippers, not mine!"

"But mine aren't slippery on the bottom," she replied.

Then the fatal words came out of my mouth.

"I could make you a pair."

That resulted in her orange/teal clogs that, oh by the way, HAVE NEVER BEEN USED TO SLIDE ACROSS THE FLOOR!

Whatever.

I guess she learned to preserve her clogs, and I was left to fix mine.



(The crumbs may or may not have been removed before fixing. You decide which I did.)

I knit a new pair of soles, including the bumpers since they were part of the original slipper. The red was chosen by DS#2 on a whim. Obviously I didn't care a whole lot since I went with it (although I would've chosen black.)



Once felted, I tugged them a bit until they fit the current bottoms and T-pinned them into place.



The pins are mostly for show since they weren't long enough to hold onto the carpet. I want to think they did some good anyway.

Then, I blanket-stitched the soles together (gotta use that black somewhere!) My blanket stitch has a very rustic (read: mistakes) look to it. Too lazy to rip it out plus hey, it's on the bottom, anyway!

This is why when I state that I'm a "procrastinating perfectionist" that my husband starts to laugh. Not about the procrastinating part--he's well aware of that. It's the perfectionist part that gives him a giggle.



Here's the top view:



Nice and cushiony and used less than one skein of yarn.

Now you know the rest of the story.