Mmm, I love and hate leg day. I love it because it hurts, and I hate it because it hurts. So after lots of hurtin’ I now am in full relaxation mode wearing well worn bootcut denim, lumpy mouse grey crew neck Aran sweater (like so) with the shoulder buttons and… my babuchas Mallorquinas a.k.a. Mallorcan slippers - or as the Dutch readers will call ‘em: Spaanse sloffen. The Duke above wears one of the two classic models, mine is the other well known version: with a less prominent lining and a little string detail around the shaft (like you’d find on a boat shoe or tassle loafer).
You get what see (above), a suede upper with a (thick) sheepskin lining with no sole to speak of. That makes it the most cozy a.k.a. de gezelligstûh (en dus de burgerlijkste) house shoe. Ever. What it lacks in grace and elegance - when compared to English Prince Albert slippers - it makes up for in sheer comfort, warmth and affordability. Dat-espadrille-charm. You can get the made-in-China variety for less than five euros and the Mallorcan original (there are only three makers on Mallorca left) for less than twenty. Affordability is good thing here because it makes wearing these slippers less snobby and more snobby. At the same time!
Spanish grandee, Duke of Alba, reading newspaper in armchair of the exclusive Corviglia Club at fashionable winter resort. St. Moritz, Switzerland. 1947. Picture by Alfred Eisenstaedt.