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Prince Albert Slippers for Painting. . .

Navy blue Smythe and Digby Prince Albert slippers, won on Ebay for a song last October (2015).  Call it an early birthday gift to myself.  The Grand Duchess, on seeing them for the first time, said, "They're really you.  But good God, don't let the neighbors see you!"

In Wargaming Bloglandia we almost never hear anything about painting attire.  Strange.  Surely for many of us who paint in the evenings after suppers and children's bedtimes, our painting attire usually consists of pajamas. . .  or a t-shirt and sweatpants for those more adventurous souls out there.  Or maybe not.  But what about painting footwear?  Ladies and gentlemen?  I give you the velvet Prince Albert slipper. . . the ideal footwear for figure painting or, indeed, any other indoor wargaming related activity from games, to scratch-building scenery, to post-game musings. . .  to clearing the clutter from your tabletop before you can actually have that game.   These might be just the thing for Messrs. Kinch and Horne, what?

-- Stokes

Comments

Fitz-Badger said…
Nice slippers and Argyle socks! For the dapper hobbyist.

Your new Stollenkellar (sp?) looks fantastic! Suitable for a grand duke!
Neil said…
They look great!
Very distinguished footwear indeed!
My ahbitual footwear for painting is a pair of warm, wollen socks. Nothing compared such splended pieces of shoemaking.
marinergrim said…
Never wear anything on my feet in the house. Hate wearing socks and like to go barefoot.
But I do like your style.
Bloggerator said…
Well t'would be a step up from my usual t-shirt and pajama pants.

Cheers,

Greg

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