The problem with socks

I got this great pair of socks for Christmas. They're soft, and thick, and warm. I can't feel the cold tiling in my cottage through them when I forget to put my slippers on as I run to the bathroom. If I knew where to get them, I'd buy pairs for my mother and other friends! Simply wonderful, right?

Almost. I have Raynaud's. So now I have these wonderfully warm, incredible socks over my still-freezing toes. At least The Boys (and Things One and Two) won't have to feel the ice cubes at the ends of my feet.

Anyone got a nosewarmer and gloves?

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