Searching for that which cannot be named

When I was a junior in high school, there was a certain college which I very much wanted to attend. It was close-ish to my parents, had a good program for what I wanted to study, and its tuition was something we could kind of afford. It, however, had a terrible name. One that I could not necessarily wear on a sweatshirt without risking ridicule. I was just shallow enough to pass on applying-my loss, probably. I bring this up because today I was thinking about how lovely, retro, and ladylike it would be to carry around one of those old-timey handwarmers. You know, the ones made out of (preferably fake) fur, where you insert your hands all snug-like and carry them in front of your waist. They're like dressier gloves! So cute! But then I thought: Yikes. They sort of have a dirty name, at least to my 13-year-old boy mind, and this is a family blog. In any case, take a look at the ones I found on eBay today-this, this, this, this, and this-many of which double as adorable purses.

Keep warm this winter with the perfect wool scarf.


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