Don't forget the slippers

I ended up in a rather morbid discussion the other day. What to wear when you're being buried?

Now, normally for me to figure out an outfit for any sort of occasion requires a few things - a hurricane through my closet, a fit of tears, a promise of a diet - tomorrow, some iphone pics to a friend, a cheerleading response, and about 17 shoe changes. I'm not quite sure when I turned into a girl, but it's hard work sometimes.

But the answer to this question came in a flash - if i'm going to be lying very still in a box awaiting the line up of worms wearing their bibs, then I want to be as comfy as possible. My old ratty quilt, my fuzziest of pjs, and my knitted slippers.

And if this is what I happen to be wearing as I roam through your house haunting you, just think how easy it will be for me to tip toe up behind you... had I chosen my cute dorothy getaway shoes, the clippy cloppy heels would just give me away. With slippers, I'm in for all sorts of fun!