Wool & Words

The sun was out today and it was gorgeous and cool and clear; not quite January, but a far sight better than the late fall Louisiana rain we've been getting lately in our Georgia winter. So much sunshine and beauty. All snuffed out by the interminable grey of the sweater I'm knitting.

Don't get me wrong: I love grey. I wear black, charcoal, brown, tan, cream/ecru, and white all the time. These are my base colors, punctuated by blues, reds (the deep, bluesy kinds), the occasional green and rare purple. No yellow and only one orange item (the t-neck I only wear on Halloween). And Uli would find little to inspire in the way of prints were she perusing my wardrobe. I dream of a new wardrobe that would be a much more expensive version of the one I already own: neutral based, solid focused, splashes of color and controlled pattern.

So it's a bit amusing to me that I'm whining about this very practical garment. It is perfect for my wardrobe. I can already imagine wearing this basic charcoal v-neck vest with a white blouse and jeans. This would be the go-to top on days when I want to look like a casual professional who has it together, but doesn't have the energy to try--we all have those days, right? Just the thought of the finished garment makes my little '80s preppy heart smile. I want to go out and buy a pair of black penny loafers and fill the penny spot with a shiny new dime to welcome the sweater when it arrives. Makes me feel all sunny inside.

If only I didn't have to knit it. Sigh.