I was never much of a slipper person until recently (maybe it’s a part of getting older?) and while looking for a nice, simple pair I came across more hideous, fluffy, pink disasters than you can shake a stick at. Muji to the simplicity rescue, as usual. Oh how I adore a good buffalo check. Bonus: they’re washable. Of course I had to stock up on other random “necessities” while I was there like a tiny calendar and little containers for who knows what, and totally contemplated this rad giant ice ball maker. They get me every time.