When I was young, I used to walk to town just to watch the old trucks roll by.
There was this one — a 1965 Ford F-100. Red paint, chrome trim, sounded like thunder.
I told myself, “One day, I’ll have one like that.”
But then life… well, life had other plans.
Now I’m 70. My back hurts when I sit too long, and my hands shake when I sew — but I still try.
I started making these wolf slippers, one pair at a time.
They keep me busy, keep my mind steady… and maybe, just maybe, they’ll help me get that truck before I’m too old to drive it.
If you buy a pair, you’re not just getting something warm for your feet.
You’re helping an old man chase the last dream he’s got left.
— Harlow