My Favorite Sweater

     They say that the first step to curing an addiction is to admit that you have a problem. Well, I have a problem with sweaters.

     Maybe it's because I'm always cold. Maybe it's because of my love affair with yarn. Whatever the case, I have an insane amount of sweaters.

     I have sweaters in yellow, red and purple. All colors of the rainbow. In fact, I even have a rainbow colored sweater. Thin sweaters, thick sweaters. Sweaters made with fine yarn and sweaters made with chunky yarn.

     I even make my own sweaters. Kind of sad, huh?

     I think one reason I love Fall so much is that I can finally wear my sweaters.

     It's kind of funny, though. My favorite sweater is really nothing special. It's second or maybe third hand. My mom gave it to me and I'm sure someone gave it to her.

     It's plain black with black buttons and the slub yarn it's made from makes it look like it's pilling badly. But it has pockets, and I'm crazy for pockets. It's exactly the right length, width and thickness. 

     When I'm sitting around the house getting cold, and that's a lot, it's the one I go for every time. 

     I'm not sure what I'll do when my sweater finally falls apart.  I've got plenty of back-up but they won't be the same.

     So here's to the old, worn, raggedy sweaters everywhere. Long may they live.