Three cheers for wool socks!

Things they are saying about wool socks from around the interweb: 

Very comfortable; everything I wanted. This sock is a winner.

I buy these for my husband. He's a Railroad Freight Conductor and requires a good, and long-lasting (durable), sock.

Sweet Daisy mother of cream cheese! These socks are the just about the greatest thing ever. If you get cold feet - and here in New England we all do - these babies will keep your tootsies hotter than two shots of 'shine on a Bangor Saturday night. Just a Jim Dandy set of THICK wool socks. 87% wool at that! Even damp and sweaty these socks will retain over 80% of their insulating value because that is just the way wool works. Mother natures natural cold weather wonder - you ever see a sheep shiver? Not unless it has a nervous condition! I love these socks and I think you will too. A little pricey but worth every last penny.

I am amazed at how comfortable these socks are. I don't usually like socks to be so high on my calves, but I can barely tell that they are on because the inside is so soft. I have worn them in the heat yet my feet aren't hot. Real wool is worth the money.

These socks are nice

... just a telecommuter who gets cold feet in winter. I was actually looking into legwarmers for men, when I found these: They solve the problem. (You might want to buy slippers a size larger, these socks are soft and thick!)

My son said these are warm and comfy

super this is what i wanted

Buy these socks if you want some thick warm socks.

Everyone is complaining that they're tight on the calfs when I read the reviews... I'm a body builder and decided to give it a shot anyways and just gift them if they were too tight. Ordered size 9.5-10 my shoe size(or equivalent forgot exactly might have been a medium or something) I lift 180 lbs on each calf on the leg press machine and it was tight but not even close to cutting off circulation. Will be using these for snowboarding this year, they felt super soft and warm!

FF interviews FF

It's been months since my last interview with my wife Felicity. We rarely see each other these days, and when we do it's usually for a quick chat about household dust, hangnails and leftover cashew cheese. Soon I'm going to demand she spend more time with me. 

Here she is, sitting in bed under a three blankets, while a small heater blows hot air into the chilly bedroom. Her feet are usually cold this time of year along with the tip of her nose. She's got the last hint of a fever blister on the bottom of her left lip. Her face looks rather waxy from the argan oil she uses to keep her skin from cracking. 

FF - Hello dear wife. How are you feeling? 

FF - Eager, exhausted, elated, elbowed. And you?

FF - The same I suppose, but a little more elbowed than exhausted. And definitely less eager than elated. 

FF - Did you ever find the blue ball you were looking for?

FF - The plastic one the cats like to play with?

FF - Yes that one. 

FF - I did. It was in the sock drawer, all the way on the bottom, hidden beneath the unpaired socks I've been keeping around for years. 

FF - Why are you keeping unpaired socks?

FF - I assume one day they'll show up. Where could they possibly go anyway? They've got to be around here somewhere. 

FF - Socks are supposed to go missing. It's their job. They go missing to keep us from settling into complacency, to keep us curious about their whereabouts, to keep us looking for them in places we'd never look otherwise. 

FF - Your probably right. I went looking for my unpaired socks in Tunisia several years ago. I was convinced they were in a town called Tabarka. The red ones anyway. 

FF - And did you find them? 

FF - No. Not them, but I found another red sock that belonged to a young prince. I put it on my foot and felt its silk gently tug my toe... Then, after sitting around for too long, drinking mint tea with the (much smaller) lone sock on my foot, I decided I didn't want to wear socks anymore.

FF - At all?

FF - At all. For a while anyway. I left Tunisia and went back to NYC and I didn't wear socks for a few years. 

FF - What about on the subway in January?

FF - No socks. 

FF - What about at the community center gym in Williamsburg? On the treadmill?

FF - Sockless. 

FF - What about when you biked on a mountainbike from NY to Vermont?

FF - Yes. That was when I started wearing socks again. It's much too hard to spin pedals sans socks.