I like to wear my clothes or shoes to death before they get thrown away, but even I have had enough of the beaten-up pair of grubby looking espadrilles that have passed for a pair of slippers for the last few years. So this week I got out a pair of sparkly sequinned shoes/ slippers that have been in my cupboard for a good while, a very good while, and I have been flip-flopping around the house and admiring them from the other end of the sofa. I wondered whether Prince Oblomov might have owned something similar but suspect that if he had then he would have wanted to get out and about a bit more to show them off. As you do.
No giving stuff up for Lent planned in this house.