I knew I had more than just four sweaters to my name.
Jazzy came out of her bedroom with a large pile of clothing that she didn’t want anymore and I thought I would just take a peek through the things destined for a new home to make sure I didn’t want any of those things myself.
Well there they were, snuggled in the pile of no-longer-wanteds, a veritable rainbow of my favorite sweaters. There were boyfriend sweaters, the extra big sweaters that belonged to two previous boyfriends (those sweaters are now like woven hugs from those old boyfriends that I still care about but with whom things just didn’t work out romantically), the sweater that a friend hand-knit for me (soft as a feather), and I found — tucked under many inconsequential things — THE AQUA CASHMERE SWEATER.
Oh what’s that? It doesn’t fit me like a tunic any longer? It’s more of a fitted sweater, clinging to my curves for dear life and hitting my waist now instead of my knees? Jazzy laundered it and after removing it from the washer she put it in the DRYER? Sob!