God, I love my moccasins. You can see, in fact, that my love has warped their shape horribly, and stained them a mysterious inky brown. They’re deerskin, and Claire gave them to me, oh man, nearly a decade ago? I think that’s right. Her family has some kind of rock-solid line on where the best moccasins are available.
See the flayed-flesh leather bottoms? None of this rubber soles twaddle, robbing you of the shivery delight of commissioning a cobbler at absurd cost to fix them.
While we’re here, check out at this beautiful walnut bun, which I’ve got on hand for tonight’s dinner. A little bit less appetizing, maybe, in direct comparison with the similarly textured filthy bottoms of my slippers? Hell, no!
Also, I think my goblin would wear these moccies. My new theory about this goblin, in fact, is that she’s my Dark World self. You know, the Dark World in Zelda: A Link to the Past, where your appearance reflects the contents of your heart or what have you, and Link is a pink bunny. That would be me, with my fat goblin larder, there’s simply no question.