This sweater was one of the last ones my mother made before she died almost 30 years ago. She was an expert knitter who would rip out many inches of knitting if she saw even the tiniest mistake. Such beautifully crafted sweaters were a joy to wear.
But about 10 years ago I developed a problem: a reaction to wool. Even with a thick cotton turtleneck I would itch if I wore this sweater. It sat unworn for many years until a friend mentioned she was keeping her house very cool in the winter and wearing a thick wool sweater which was almost worn out. I immediately thought of giving her this one, but felt the familiar contraction that can happen when thinking about letting go of something. Even though this sweater was stored in a cedar chest and I never even looked at it, much less wore it, I was attached!
Taking a photo of it made it so much easier to give away. Now I can have the sweater even though I no longer have it.
I have just celebrated a milestone birthday and have pretty much retired. When people ask me my plans, I say “I am mucking out my house.” I wonder how many photographs I will take of things before I send them out the door?