I want to tell you about my new favorite sweater.
I didn’t knit it, but someone did. My mother rescued it from being thrown out and she really just thought I could use the buttons. She had no idea I would actually wear it. It’s heavy and scratchy as hell and not something a normal Floridian would want, but I love it. It’s a handknit from Ireland and I think it’s old. I had to stitch up one of the underarms and it needed a serious bath, but other than that, it is perfect.
I wore it for the entire week I was in Massachusetts at Christmas. I wear it in the air-conditioned office sometimes. I wear it out on my screened-in patio on chilly winter Florida days (yes, it gets chilly, but also I’m a wimp). I’m wearing it right now, actually.
At first it was a little too scratchy, but I’ve gotten used to it and I find its thick, sturdy shape comforting, like a big itchy hug. I admire all the intricate stitches and the nearly invisible seams. Someone put a lot of love into this sweater, or at least a lot of time. I am honored to give it another life. It is too awesome to be trash.