Some twelve or thirteen years ago, my girls bought me a pair of Ugg boots for my birthday. In velvety sumptuous black. Soft fur. Thick fleecy lining that, yes, keeps me warm even without socks in the middle of a New England winter. Audrey and Jane were both in college at the time and they thought these Uggs were so cool and hip that they wanted me in on the action (and the cozy warmth).
I loved my Uggs from the very beginning. They were so cool and hip. They were incredibly warm. They were comfortable. They were my go-to foot attire all winter long… on walks, to the mall, out to dinner. And back then, we used to ski… often. My Uggs were my perfect piece of ski apparel, both to the slopes and apres-ski!
Little did I know way back then that these boots were really made for… GRANDCHILDREN. Yep. These same boots have me sliding down hills and pulling sleds back up. These same boots have me catching little guys sliding down slides on a cold but sunny day in the middle of a New England winter. These same boots have me carving adventurous paths in fresh now.
Still without socks. Still warm. Still cozy.
Still so cool and hip? Isn’t it funny that grandchildren only know about fun. And these boots are made for it!