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Wanted: World's warmest gloves

OK, I get it now. Quite suddenly, I understand why people of advanced age turn the heat up full blast or move to Florida in the winter. And to think I used to silently mock my mother-in-law while I was sweating buckets in her overheated apartment. I'm sorry, MawMaw. I was too young to feel your pain. Fingers being so cold they actually hurt, toes that won't warm up in a 70-degree house without two pairs of fleece socks and sheepskin-lined slippers. I get it now. It's our circulation, isn't it? It ain't what it used to be. It hit me like a ton of ice on my traditional Thanksgiving Eve walk through campus. Admittedly, I was a bit under-dressed for the weather (forgot a hat, but wore fleece jacket and chenille gloves) but, by the time I got home, I was in agony! I used to prefer winter to summer, big time. But now, the prospect of three months in the deep freeze leaves me... sorry, I gotta say it....cold. I'm not ready to be a snowbird and I'm not a fan of Florida, necessarily. (Now, a month in New Orleans I could get into!) So, in the meantime, I'm in search of the best, warmest pair of gloves I can find. All suggestions welcome.


karen said…
Ad Astra Alpaca farm south of Baldwin, my favorite. They have the nices fiber and keep your toes and hands warm with gloves and socks. Sweaters and a lot more are available. I went last weekend and stocked up.Trust me you will thank me! Seeing the cute animals is a plus as well that provide it. And it's American made! I went to school with the owners. Cookies and coffee make it an really cool experience.
Cathy Hamilton said…
Thanks, Karen! I'll go out there today. Winter's coming!

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