I was completely sick of my winter sweaters. Familiarity=contempt. I put that sentiment up on my Facebook Page and there were suggestions I take up knitting! Ha-ha. That would take too much time away from FB, not to mention work.
So instead, I hit my two favorite consignment stores and got three new (for me) ones. Only one of them is black and all at guilt-free late-January consignment prices, no less.
The link here will take you to the winter wool-gathering piece I wrote for the Boston Globe Sunday Magazine, my old journalistic stomping grounds. Those were nice days….