I actually hate socks. I bury them deep down in the sock drawer as soon as the snow melts. Which could be May. And then I really push the sock-less times until like mid- October. Until my feet start turning blue-ish and it’s not very practical anymore. I’m not a big fan of shoes either. I usually settle for sth super-minimalistic, with zero heel-drop, wide toe box and very thin and flexible sole. Everything else just rubs me the wrong way, literally.
BUT in all my foot minimalism I just cannot resist the charm of villasukat (aka wool socks). Made with love in Lapland by my MIL, just in time for Christmas, each and every year. I think villasukat might be the number one reason for me to actually like rainy and windy days. Pull them on, wood cracking in the fireplace, cup of rooibos, good book… OK, now I got carried away. That hardly ever happens in the parent-land. More like wool socks on, pulled all the way up, very stylishly over yoga pants, rubber boots on, run to the car in the pouring rain, drive to daycare and pick up your kiddo covered head-to-toe in mud. Because every weather is an outdoor weather in the books of Finnish daycares. And I think it’s awesome. I will still dream about a hot cup of tea in front of a fireplace :)