Gray Day With Woolly Neckwear
January 31, 2012 § 4 Comments
Every year I look forward to our Northern New England winter with its cobalt blue skies, sparkling pure white snow and air so cold, clean and crisp that just one lungfull early in the morning makes me feel completely – sometimes violently – immunized from all respiratory ailments. In one word, invigorating.
Well not this year so far.
This season is gray, damp, too mild to want to cosy up inside with a hot chocolate and yet cold enough to shiver when I get in my car, with no snow for skiing or snowshoeing but instead plenty of ice and slush.
Gray sky, gray snow, gray mood.
From a secondhand turtleneck sweater found at a local charity shop and yarn found under a forgotten pile of wool scraps in my studio.
My nineteen year old daughter called it a “Decapitated Octopus” when I asked her what she thought of my newest creation.
And then she put this one on. I had made it for her sometime last year.