A Sweater With a Story
This story starts in late March of this year. I scoured St
Vital centre looking for a 100% wool sweater that I can wear
when I'm cold. Really cold. I still have the one I got 20 years ago at
Costco. I used to wear it to work on days when I felt slightly sick and it
comforted me. While it still is in good shape and the colors are nice, the
style looks dated.
Most clerks showed me sweaters that have 0% wool
and looked at me like I'm an alien when I repeat “100% wool”. Only one clerk at
Northern Reflections understood but alas, she couldn't help me. They have a lot
of cotton. I went home empty handed.
Then, one day last month, I found a soft
black 100% cashmere wool sweater in my bedroom
wardrobe and put it on. It felt so good I couldn't take it off-- it was
magnetized to my body. I had to keep it on until bedtime. Family members
hugged me extra long because it felt so soft. I wondered aloud: “Where did it come from? Did I buy it at Value
Village? Did it belong to my grandpa? Is it finally official that I am going crazy?”
Finally, just before bedtime, Conrad remembered that my sister Cyndy gave it to
him when he was in BC because she loved it but it wasn't quite right. He was in BC while we were in Europe so I'm guessing that he gave
it to me while I had jet lag from Europe and the details slipped my mind.
I now get it out on days when I’m cold….like today.
I wrote Cyndy about it and she wrote back saying: "Haha! I was reading your lovely story thinking, "she should get cashmere." And
then you have that sweater! I forgot about
it. I got it at VV and felted it (which is why it might be extra-warm). Then I
couldn't bear to cut it up because it was perfect, but didn't fit me. I'm so glad you're wearing it!
Then, being the great sister that she is, she gave me some sweater washing instructions.
