Got Wool?

When I was 19, my mother gave me a heavy wool, intricately cabled sweater she had spent years knitting and I was certain I would never wear. I was living with my then-boyfriend in the coldest place I ever lived —  and anyone who knows me knows that means something. The beautiful old farmhouse was at the end of dirt road in southern Vermont. In one half of the house lived a single mother and her young daughter (I cringe now to think of what abysmal neighbors we were to her), and my friends and I housesat the other half.

The house was heated by a wood furnace. It was December, and the wood supply we had been left was nearly depleted. I certainly knew nothing about heating with wood. I was greener than the wood we burned.

I wore that sweater for the entire month I stayed there. I slept in it. I wore the sweater so hard and for so many years that only pieces of it remained when I moved from my last house.

What taught me to love scratchy wool? Cold Vermont.

5 below zero this morning….. Could be much colder. ‘Tis the knitting season.

Use It Up. Wear It Out. Make It Do. Or Do Without.

— Calvin Coolidge

 

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4 thoughts on “Got Wool?

  1. Your thought about being an “abysmal neighbor” struck me. As I look back on my late teen years and early adulthood, it’s those moments when I was ignorantly impolite that make me cringe the most today. I made piles of other mistakes but I was the only victim of most of those.

    Thank-you for writing.

  2. If she is still alive I hope your mother reads how well her wool creation served you. Maybe print this out and send her a belated thank you card! If she has passed,then I am sure your written sentiments reached her. GT

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