I always mean to re-wax in the summer. But as summer approaches thoughts turn to shorts and bathing suits, boats and beaches, gardening and play ... and then before you know it it's January and you're hunched over your Barbour on the floor with a hair dryer in one hand and an oily rag in the other trying to melt the can of wax. The job comes out all blotchy. At this point I always feel like the sqirrel that didn't plan for winter.
I always mean to re-wax in the summer. But as summer approaches thoughts turn to shorts and bathing suits, boats and beaches, gardening and play ... and then before you know it it's January and you're hunched over your Barbour on the floor with a hair dryer in one hand and an oily rag in the other trying to melt the can of wax. The job comes out all blotchy. At this point I always feel like the sqirrel that didn't plan for winter.
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