If wearing wool socks on a bitter cold december day could be translated into a scenario: being cozied up in flannel pajamas next to a crackling living room fireplace while sipping vanilla chai with Bing Crosby belting Christmas serenades in the background. live in person. then receiving a puppy with a huge red bow on Christmas morning named Wishbone.Yes, they are that wonderful. And yes, I wear wool socks everyday. ev-er-y-day.
My boots are now best friends with my wool socks. They love each other. BFFs.
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