Even though dad was a miser, he did like his Pendleton wool. When he was working for Weyerhauser, we used to spend a lot of time hiking in the big forests in Washington, and he always wore the same brown and tan wool jacket and full brim metal hard hat and his corkie boots wherever we went. I think he was stuck in the 50s from his childhood for a long time.
I love wool clothing. It works, and it's been around for a long time. You get used to the smell of wet wool in the PNW, it actually goes with the outdoor experience there, or used to anyways. My only problem is that the wife will wash the wool in hot water and throw it in the dryer with the cottons, and it shrinks down enough to fit the dachsund.
Sometimes the wife can aggravate. I've learned to keep it to myself, though. I don't like the "Ma Kettle" style beatings I get when I complain.
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The ultimate result of shielding men from the effects of folly is to fill the world with fools.
-- Herbert Spencer, English Philosopher (1820-1903)