Fair Isle Socks
Along with the prospect of snowshoeing, I’ve been lusting after fair isle socks this season.
I picture myself entering the warming lodge after a big snowshoeing session, then removing my gear to reveal festive fair isle socks. There’s a peat fire going in the corner and folks are drinking hot toddies and hot chocolate and warming themselves after the big workout. The piano player is playing an instrumental version of Fly Me to the Moon, while a foursome of seniors duke it out in a game of bridge. There’s probably a glassy eyed deer head somewhere, and the Christmas lights affixed to the wainscoting are flickering at just the right pace to not be distracting. Kids are running here and there in their sock feet — some adorned in fair isles, too. The front door snaps shut each time someone comes in from the park, their sillage of cold weather trailing behind as they de-snowshoe and de-ski.
I’ve never been snowshoeing, but I’m determined to try. It’s my year to conquer fears–to achieve goals. I’ve driven over the Tappan Zee Bridge. I’ve put air in my tires.
Apparently snowshoe rentals are only $7 an hour at Clarence Fahnestock park . . . if it ever snows in New York this winter.
I’ve also never been to a warming lodge, but I hope this is what they’re like. Does anyone know?
In any event, my fair isle socks are ready.
Thanks for reading! Have you ever been to a warming lodge? Please tell me what it’s like in the comments!
If you’re looking for fantastic fair isles, check out Nordic Socks.
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