I heard myself repeating, "This is winter where I live. This is winter where I live" as if I needed to remember this feeling, the assault on any exposed skin. My fingers fumbled with the hard metal lock and latch on the gate to the yard. It's not brutally cold, 35º, but it'll wake you up. We've had such a mild winter so far and I've enjoyed it. Usually I crave some cold, some bitter cold, in fact, but not this year.
Is this what aging does to a person or what living in a warm climate does? I don't know. I do know that it has taken a thermal under a t-shirt under a cashmere hoodie under a wool Pendleton to warm up. All that and a dog on my lap and a cup of coffee. But I'm not ready for summer yet, not just yet.
You are just damn lucky to have a cashmere hoodie, that's what I think. Cashmere is the answer when winter is the question, and it's also one of the reasons I haunt the Goodwill store. (Alpaca is the other reason.) xo L
Posted by: Linnie W | Jan 13, 2012 at 05:36 PM
The cashmere was a lucky Nordstrom Rack find, and under $20. I LOVE THE THING! I made the mistake of taking it for granted. I wore it out to the chicken coop where it was promptly poked and suffered a mean snag by an unruly strand of chicken wire. So sad. Now it's my schlep around the house hoodie.
Posted by: Roberta | Jan 13, 2012 at 07:35 PM