Shouting Out the Sweaters We Live In
We all have favorite sweaters we live in. You know the one: that sweater you always reach for despite all the others in your closet that haven’t been touched for months, maybe years. It’s the sweater that you pull on at night when you get home from work and the one you basically don’t take off for the entire weekend.
It’s the one you sniff to see if it’s time for a wash and decide it’s got one (or two) more wears left before it walks to the laundry room itself. You sleep it in it, you snuggle with your loved ones in it, you spill coffee on it, you sneeze into the sleeves, you have tissues and stitch markers in the pockets, you have a wonky button or zipper that catches, and you don’t care. It’s essential to your life, and it’s cherished until it disintegrates (which hopefully never happens).
A few months ago, I texted a friend and colleague (a frolleague, if you will) and said, “Aren’t we lucky we’ve found our sweater soul mates? Not everyone is as fortunate as we.” I followed it with a selfie of me in my favorite handknitted sweater: the Killarney Tunic by Sarah Solomon. I’ve worn this sweater multiple times a week since pulling it off my blocking board, I’ve shaved the pills off it more than once, and I haven’t washed it once. Yup, not ashamed.
Being an Interweaver, I knew I wasn’t alone in my sweater love; whether we’re knitters, crocheters, weavers, or none of the above, all of us at the office have a favorite sweater—handknitted or not. Here are a couple of sweater-love selfies shared by my frolleagues.
What’s your favorite sweater? Does it exist yet? Maybe it’s time to knit your own sweater soul mate. But be warned: once you cast off, your other sweaters will go woefully neglected. And that is said with absolutely no judgement.