I’d forgotten there was such a thing as a “koozie,” until I was packing some things at my Mom’s house in Nebraska a couple of months ago. Where did they all go?
Here’s the one I brought home to Colorado from Mom’s house. I put a Bud Light in it for this picture that my kids left last weekend, but they can hold and supposedly keep chilly any cold refreshment.
It turns out there are lots and lots of web sites where one can purchase koozies customized for that special event. I guess I’ve been out of the loop on this end of event planning. http://www.totallyweddingkoozies.com/wedding-anniversary-koozies.shtml
Here are a couple of koozies that I didn’t find on any of those web sites.
How on earth these things got the name “Koozies” and that name held is beyond me. Growing up, that word was thrown around school as part of the female anatomy the boys wanted to make their playground. Now they get to grip and squeeze it on a regular basis with no apologies necessary. And drink beer to boot.
My friends in the Krewe Of Pigs would go oinking wild over the NPP koozie in the second photo.