If I was the kind of person who made fashion statements, sweaters would be an italicized, bolded part of whatever that statement might be.
Since before I can remember, sweaters have been a staple in my wardrobe. As a March baby in northern Minnesota, my parents had plenty of time before summer's arrival to swaddle me in sweaters during infancy. The sweater trend continued through childhood and today my hangers and drawer still overflow with a rainbow of sweaters in all sorts of fibers: wool, cashmere, angora, mohair, cotton, even some *gasp* acrylic fibers.
A few years back, I started to take my own knitting a little more seriously. Now there seems to be a trend towards my knitting a sweater each winter.
Although I love the opportunity summer provides for wearing swingy skirts and dresses and ridiculous shoes, I really feel most like myself when I'm wearing a sweater.
Each morning I open up my drawers to determine what I'll be wearing. And each morning I glimpse a stack of sweaters tucked away in the drawer's far corner. I can't help running my fingers over their familiar fuzziness. Ever so briefly, I wonder if I should pull one out to wear before I realize it's too blasted hot to even think about wearing a sweater. I can't help but miss them. I miss the snuggly way they cling to my body. I miss their breathability. I'm pretty sure they miss me too.
Minnesotans might complain about the cold, but the truth is, I'd take the cold over tropical dew points any day. I'd rather have a sweater on then be sweltering in my swimsuit.
It's moving into my favorite part of the year. Berries are ripe, the garden's reaching harvest point, and soon? Soon it'll be sweater season again.
What's your favorite piece of clothing? Happy Monday!