Thursday, January 16, 2014

The soothing power of sweaters




If you can’t say anything good, don’t say anything at all. It’s so hard to live by that “rule”. When it comes to January I am tempted to say nothing at all.  This year there have been record storms, freezing rain, power outages, and disastrous roads.  Right across the continent, it’s been colder than usual. We’re not even halfway through it. 

Never mind: there are three things I really like about January (and we’re not talking closets here). I have more time to read and knit and the chance to wear those sweaters I’ve collected over the years.  In the depths of winter, I enjoy knitting sweaters  for my family which of course includes my dogs.







 And my grand dog.


Makes me feel good.

There's something so comforting and soothing about the right sweater. Although I like to knit them, I  tend to buy my own. 

My favorite sweater is eighteen years old. I am ridiculously fond of it. I bought it in January 1996 in a consignment shop in England while on an outing with an old friend.  It was charcoal cashmere, still had the tags on it and I paid less than twenty dollars for it (ten English pounds to be more accurate.) Every time I wear it, I remember how much we enjoyed our trip to the village of Winchcombe in the Cotswolds and our troop around historic Sudeley Castle and its grounds.  I remember laughing in the rain and being glad to have that sweater in the damp and chilly climate. I also remember that it’s time to work around the six hour time difference and call my old friend in England.

All to say, that sweater has a certain power to make me relax. So, let it go to minus 30. Let it blow. Let it snow. I may not be happy about it, but I will be ready, reading in my comfy chair with my ancient sweater with the happy history.  Thank you, January.  
I hope you all found this sufficiently snuggly. But what about you? Are you attached to a piece of clothing? Does something you wear have special memories? Does it make you happy?  Let’s hear about it!