It’s no secret that I’m usually about 97 million degrees warmer than everybody else and I’m constantly complaining that it’s too hot wherever I am. (How I lasted in Texas for so long, I’ll never know.) So it’s no surprise that in the winter, I can often be found in a pair of mary janes without any socks. I wish I could be one of those people who can wear handknit socks, but I’m just not.
The trouble with Mary Janes in the winter is that my feet do get a little cold. A stiff breeze will go straight up my pantleg and hoooooo, doggie. Brrrrr.