Diamonds may be a girl’s best friend, but a Northern girl’s best friend is… flannel.
When the temps drop and you can see your breath, we want flannel. Flannel hats, flannel nightshirts, flannel pajamas, flannel socks…
Flannel, flannel, flannel.
We don’t care what it is, as long as it has the F word in it. Winter brings that out in a Northern girl.
It’s what a Northern girl wants.
It’s what a Northern girl needs.
Yeah. I can see right through the intertoobs all you hombres/fellas/guys/dudes rushing right over to Victoria’s Secret and typing flannel in the search bar. Go ahead. Get it out of your system. We’ll wait.
Unless it comes with a matching flannel neck scarf and slippers, Northern girls are thinking more on the lines of Vermont-gets-freakin’-chilly-in-the-winter flannel or the-nights-are-frackin’-long-in-the-Yukon flannel.
And on the bed…
Yes, I just put those sheets on my shivery bed last night.
About one to three minutes in. That’s what I’m talkin’ about.
How do I love thee, Flannel?
Let me count the bazillion ways.