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Where are my Chappals?

In my house everyone is the same.  We all wear slippers (chappals) going around, and we take them off when we sit down somewhere.  And whenever we get up, we can't find our own chappals and end up grabbing someone else's.  I hate doing that.  I usually search high and low until I find my own.  Usually one of my children is wearing mine.

I keep different shoes for going out and I usually can't find them when I have to go out.  It takes half an hour on average to find the shoes.  If  I'm lucky.

I'm not careless.  Can I help it if someone puts on my chappals and walks away wearing them when I'm not looking?  In this cold weather, going barefoot is very uncomfortable.  My children are always getting told off for not wearing their chappals.  They keep on forgetting where they've left them.

Half of my life is probably spent looking for missing chappals and shoes.  Mine and the children's.


  1. I think that is a wonderful custom, to remove your shoes before entering a house. I'm a barefoot girl though, hate shoes. Even in this cold weather I just have on polartec socks and polartec house shoes, nice and loose fitting. And I can never find my shoes, must search all over the house when I need to wear them.

  2. We also have to remove shoes when entering a house. Although I think its a good idea because it stops dirt from outside coming in, I'm always concerned about picking up infections from other peoples' feet. I did a blog post once about my feet, which have never been quite the same since I moved here to live. I now always take a pair of thin slipper type socks with me and slip them on discreetly before knocking on someone's door.

  3. I hate wearing shoes as well! Though in the winter, I have wear slippers. And sometimes, like today, I wear socks. It's 29 degrees outside!

  4. I would have to have a special place for them. Couldn't do with other people taking them.

    Japanese always take off their footwear before entering a house. It is the height of rudeness not to.
    In our house most of the relatives take them off but we don't insist. My granddaughters often say, *Oh we are in England now* when I ask them why they leave them on. Japanese grandma would go mad!

    Nuts in May

  5. I am such a cold creature that I am never without socks and either slippers or shoes. I even wear bed-socks and heaven forbid that anyone find out... I wore a fleece hat in bed one night last week!! The temperature dropped so low it gave me a headache, wearing the hat was the only way to take the pain away.

  6. I am a "Southern" girl. The shoes come off the minute I get home. Heck, they come off a work when I can get by with it. Here in this winter cold, however, I pad around the house in slippers and sleep in socks! C

  7. oh my children do this to me all the time and it drives me crazy!

  8. Nice to be in a house with just three men with different foot sizes! All footwear are where they are supposed to be.

  9. Ellen - I'm not the only one so!

    Linda - I remember that post. My feet have changed since I came out here too!

    Judy - the cold is everywhere in the world it seems!

    Maggie - Japan is a bit like India, I think.

    Marie - My mother has been telling me about the snow, hope you're okay!

    C - Nice to see you again. I think everyone is the same with the cold.

    Michelle - I'm not the only one, thank God! lol

    Bhaiyyaji - At least you have something to be glad about!


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